Lyrics:
turned abt
Fan mail came to the crib from a yute that loves me I swear that touched me
I never even drive no whips I own so they all look way too dusty
If
on
The Westside nigga
We ballers for real
[Kurupt]
For real I got it bought you the blue steel
Cowards hit the panic button
Thinkin' that it was what it
he's so Hollywood Now
I can’t get no call back
No mail back
No text back
Had your chance
Shoulda smashed that like bah
Told y’all that we been the shit
don't take me for a fool
If you play with me your doomed
Gotta work if you want these blues
Know your craving Jimmy Choos
She like the way I'm cruel
She
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
half
Katana to the throat
Or hang by this rope
No medium
Suicidal ideation gonna live for millennium
You see that mother fucker creeping
He walk around
things that I am wanting to do
But I just can't do the blues
The medications that I take, keep expanding by the day
I get everything I want, I just can't
Ten steps ahead, I keep blues on my mind
Havin' so much, take a loss I don't mind
Ten steps ahead, I keep blues on my mind
Right now i'm up, used
for bail, son
Making collect calls, expecting that mail, son
Doing push ups in a six by four cell, son
A hard head makes a soft tail, son
And my
swoop
Take her for a ride in my blue Lex Luthor (Lex Luth-ah)
But the bitch ain't got no gas fetti (gas fetti)
So I burnt her like Fast Freddy (Fast
sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulled out at Kankakee
And rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains that
sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains that have no
sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains that have no
We in the streets, playa, get your mail
It's only two places you end up, either dead or in jail
Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go)
Still nowhere
let 'em talk about me
They're just yesterday's news
They're fucking broke and we're laughin' about him
Mail me when you get the blues
We'll have
on
The Westside nigga
We ballers for real
[Kurupt]
For real I got it bought you the blue steel
Cowards hit the panic button
Thinkin' that it was what it
and I mail the load
No I do not fuck with federals
All these hunnids, and they came in full
Hundred thousand like I sold my soul
Twenty four, yeah I been
sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
And rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains that have
sacks of mail
All along a southbound odyssey
The train pulls out of Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' towns that have no name
Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail
15 cars and 15 restless riders
Three conductors, 25 sacks of mail
All
and hos
No one knows where the lead poison goes
Cause I'm in the ho checks
Yeah, come off the Rolex
If not, I'm a give Bonnie some
Film at 11 by Connie
sacks of mail.
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields.
Passin' trains that have no
of the curve of her body was flawless
From pretty white teeth to her shiny blond hair
One day, as she stood by the road leading westward
In blue jeans
on the phone
You can call Jake Shuttlesworth
I’m on the Skytel
Coping bales from Ms. Butterworth
Hand me my mail
Meet me by the shuttle
All I want is bundles
I
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