Lyrics:
December 6, 1876.
From their union, ten children were born:
James Henry
Cornelia
Mary Elizabeth - my Grandmother
Lucinda
Virginia Miranda
Clement Jerome
Some man say it's a psycho ting
But them man are fake on a lypo ting
Us man are big dargs, them a Michael 'ting
Roll by on a cycle ting
Man better take
the other van Gogh
No you cannot see me, like camo
Put the team on my back, 'cause my hands full
On, God
One, two, three, four
Five, six, seven, eight
Yo' man
had it mastered by my teens
Started hands on, a nigga still pulling strings
Hotel suites, straight selling nigga's dreams
Motel 6 as I let the beeper
what they really want
Drive out to the boondocks
And park down by the creek
And where it's George Strait
Real late dancing cheek to cheek
Ain't
it
2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
Flash forward, 2045
What did you stand for in the life of your prime
When faced with the final judgment of today
Who profited from
the Iceman, my heart froze, like where the cardiologists
I'ma take bands if I go broke, fuck a borrow
I got four to six years off the porch, I need a doctorate
by George ?Papa Doc? Bush. Music by the ?Village People? the very military "Macho Man."
?Company!!!?
?Macho, macho man!?
? Two-three-four.?
?
dancing
Just ain't what they really want
Drive out to the boondocks and park down by the creek
And where it's George Strait 'til real late
the caveman sketch was out
Would somebody shoot me!
Total crap!
Who ordered the black new sugar?
Together now, 5, 6, 7, 8!
Five minutes to go
From
Twenty
to Georgia for the summer (yeah)
Money, hoes, cars, clothes
Coke prices up and down like six-fours
Just 'cause I'm fly like a helicopter
The federales
shirt, the net worth
To shoot the rock homey in many courts of ball
Four couldn't do it, so we bring all six
I circumcise the track, you just a dick
So grown on em, G4 flown on 'em
I'm Sherman Hemsley, George
When I stroll on 'em
On a track, scream like Rey Mo on 'em
But I'm back like a crow
Spurs Go
Hear me in the front row
RC Buford
Spurs up bigger than Houston
Dream team
David Robinson
Towers Twin
George Gervin
No xman
Iceman cool
Finger
ass, huh
Cause that hoe shit won't last
Chorus 2x
[king george]
Comin' from the bayou, a triple by the dosage
Tryin' to dodge rats, but tend to find
yours, get yours
Shootin' dice on length with a couple of G's
Dust off my knees, twist off my cap and breathe
Jump in the six-four, sittin' on D
Spit
to Georgia for the summer (yeah)
Money, hoes, cars, clothes
Coke prices up and down like six-fours
Just 'cause I'm fly like a helicopter
The federales
his future wife by the name of Freeda
They had four kids and parted for the same reasons
Again sports had the goat too often leaving
He played his last
In seventy-six the sky was red
thunder rumbling overhead
Bad King George couldn't sleep in his bed
And on that stormy morn, Ol' Uncle Sam was
The bitch say she love me, I'm like, what for
Shot him in his legs, he started rolling, he was 6'4"
Bro, the cash-due ops had a turn like the twin towers
Why
coast puttin on nigga fuck how you feel
If we rock then we roll like a muhhfuckin wheel
I'm the hottest thing out since the George Foreman grill
Ain't
steep
Restrictions would ease in a week
George Floyd died and the world took a knee
Kaepernick twenty sixteen
Four years later plus the rest of history
(Great John on the beat by the way)
I was on tour for four months we was overseas (Greenlight Gang)
Did fifty-five shows in forty-five countries (woah)
Most of us niggas want to be pimps but Uncle Sam really pimpin' them
Hook:
Naw they don't feel you, but what you don't know can kill you (X4
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