Lyrics:
Kick in the door here's the score
Not gonna be a footnote no more
Don't need a tour
Got the layout of the floor
Not slippin' this time, I'm alive
So
I be pimpin' in my wife b lookin' for my white t
That I left next to my Nikes
Yeah, I stay on that hood shhh
Smoke trees, codeine with the good shhh
never land
The rap Mike Jack, Peter Pan with 28 grams
Hendrix with no guitar, Albert on Adderall
Yeah, jug
Smoke 'til I'm Weezy don't worry
What's in my
For that white powder
A deuce deuce will leave little holes
In your top like salt shaker
Then I'll finish it off with a big cap
On your head like a park
I've been on the Grand Ole Opry
I've played a show with ZZ Top
Went on tour with Skynyrd and man they still rock
Shot the bull with Bocephus, before
by the name of Gas
These brothers made you get loose
They was down with a brother called Cousin Bruce
They used to jam in the center
You had to pay
alright for the shape I'm in
Sitting by a fire with some damn good friends
Willie on my left, Jack on my right
Blowin' that smoke on a Friday night
With some sexies on the tour bus
Yea We In Here
Flashback to a dirt track cadillac car jack
Get the wolf pack time to smack pre attack
Ransack
I went pop and made millions, now all I do is chop samples
Egon's finest, peanuts after like I was Linus
Followed by that College Park next, that's
Rollie like a bracelet
Everythin' residual
I'm out here gettin' placements
Unc' was in the kitchen with
The pots and the Mason
My fate was slowly comin'
Take what you want, tie they a** up
Just don't, get, no, blood on the dope
Just don't, get, no, blood on the dope
Bring it back all white
bullied by Max?
We send a fuck nigga right to the sky
She wanna suck on my dick, I'm that guy
I cannot fuck on that hoe 'cause she white
Well actually I
by the name of Gas
These brothers made you get loose
They was down with a brother called Cousin Bruce
They used to jam in the center
You had to pay
I want a girl with a bad attitude
And when Award Tour dropped I copped my first CD
By then this music took on a new meaning to me
I heard a way
shows there
Jason Bruce, a.k.a. J-Bru was on tour with me back then
And he toured with me for almost ten years after that
Eventually my brother Mike
rucksack aimin' for the papers
Sellin' CD's from my rucksack aimin' for the majors
Nationwide tour with just jack, still had to get the bus back
Clean cut
Moonwalking
With the boon dock kids
I'm so white I gotta prove my shit
Like the slim shade shit
On the eight mile shit
Fuck that bitch and I'm gon dip
Flicking
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
Mac sauce
On The Run Tour, with my mask off
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' my, feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin'
the road jack
Dreamin' of that tour life
Can't be held back
Breaking away, no cap
Ain't no fuckin' time to nap
Rather sell crack, rather trap
Than sign my
Golden Pharaoh
Not too much in the street cuz the road is narrow
And i hit all my targets like bow and arrows
You'll get jacked like sparrow
By my
happy if we scrap pennies for smokes
tours over we were out yeah and you called with the news
you was over in ney york to film this movie called juice
a cracker
That nigga made t-shirts sayin' white lives matter
Enough about Kanye and all the stupid shit he did
Tiffany Haddish did some weird shit with
be?)
Say you wanna roll a 3 5 in the backwood
Or a swisher (Gas)
Say you wanna have a shooter
With you when you broke
You ain’t even got a bitch
Say you
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