Lyrics:
drive wit me
Ride wit me
Do ya wanna ride...
I heard this morn'n
On the Radio-o-o
My people are dying
Things are gett'n outta control
To all my mothers
walks
Ride Bikes
Road trips
Take flight
Easy, we talk life
You the one, I say it twice
You the one, by far
Don't need script
I know my lines by heart
Hold
I saw her sittin there
Beside that empty chair
Singin along with those tunes
And I took one more
Drink from my glass
Stood up and walked cross that
ride a bike
Ride a bike, ride a bike
I'm on the road, mostly by bike
Can continue my doing, I'm sure
To be a part of this world more and more
It doesn't
don't ride well anymore
There might have been more enthusing if
Us Indians had been losing
But the General, he don't ride well anymore
General George
a bunch of bull biiiip.
Softer George it's more effective.
I think that a bunch of bull biiiip.
You now what? I don't care who we offend,
I'm gonna sing
machine
Since 1964, the group had used four track for
All their album albums by but 1966
They found their musical arrangements usually
Required more tracks
that I am best and
Muscle bound rhymes that's why I'm flexin
Um de dumb de dumb dumb di
When I walk by girls cry cause I'm fly
Dang digi dang de dang
metaphorically stout
And my cool beige car helps me exude clout
Revving up the mind, pull a little round-a-bout
I'll get some more liquidity by trading it out
Get
Yeah
(Come in)
Names that you know me by, praise to the holy high
Shit been a lonely ride, all I do is only try
Weed is my only high, magazine
couldn't
That man say he couldn't breathe yehh
George Floyd say he couldn't
That man say he couldn't breathe
Well you know we the ones make the difference
(love)
They'll call us Two Turtle Doves
I want the smitten feeling
That'll last more than just the season
But for now I'll just let
Christmas be ours
Watch for me by moonlight;
I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!
She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held
Bottle of claret for you if I'd realised
I'd forgotten all about it George, I'm sorry,
Will you forgive me?
Mmm yes
Number nine, number nine,
straight, don't sign
With a platinum plaque
She like Robin, George, and Jack
The mind fears what the blinds hide
But I'm here on the blind side
Hanging
the struggle that's what made me
I ain't gon' love you more than my baby
You can come and ride the dick brazy
God is the only one can save me
Bitch, I'm bleedin'
fold
Yeah that's big facts
When the push comes to shoving we handle that
Listen up
If you ever need somebody
Call me I'ma be right by you
You can count
even Colorado
I won the high incomes
You only won in the slums
Swept the Midwest like a
George Bush ‘hurricun’
I’m going for my Second Term
4 more years
po' to high, low ride
Like George Lopez's old fries, was when TV turned off with low lights
Now I got no life, besides what I do in my music
I'm doing
And ride around to the liquor store
Can't get a job get drunk some more
You better stop trippin' on them stereotypes
'Cause in the ghetto there's a good
through the day
Then look for me by the moonlight
Watch for me by the moonlight
I'll come to thee by the moonlight, though hell should bar the way"
He rose
a piece of the pie, and
You can ask George or Regina
The whole Westside I explore with the Beemer now
We strivin' home, I ride on chrome
Listen
a piece of the pie, and
You can ask George or Regina
The whole Westside I explore with the Beemer now
We strivin' home, I ride on chrome
Listen
I ride into your mind by surprise on phased lasers
cnd slice into your eyes like Bunuel with crazed razors
Cuz yes I am un chien andalous
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