Lyrics:
They wanna strike me with the spiting like I'm spike lee at msg (msg)
Motherfuckin hype beasts wanna try me
So I just sigh and go to sleep (go
gotta ask your girl... you knew she knew me
From ring tones she sing my songs at the karaoke
She call me baby all day like I'm Bryan Williams
The new
From ring tones she sing my songs at the karaoke
She call me baby all day like I'm Bryan Williams
The new hip-hop landlord I'm 'bout to buy
Jessie Lee had the sweetest lips, sweet cherry red, you can't resist
A promise of love that'll make you want to cry
She could turn your head, twist
finished talkin 'bout it
Till ya top gone nigga
Dissin my crew you catch hot ones
I'm hot son
Yo that's why I carry hot guns i'm on a
Beach in LA fuckin' fly
on a park bench and I said, So, what's the deal
She said, I've been cheated by people who don't feel guilty when they steal
I wrote the best song in
featuring The Reepz
Intro:
[Sound Of Radio in the background]
[Sound Of Woman and Tray Lee in the background]
[Phone
just grab 'I'm in the biscuits!
And doowutchyalike.
Now, red, white, black, tan, yellow, or brown,
It really doesn't matter, we can all get down,
just grab 'I'm in the biscuits!
And doowutchyalike.
Now, red, white, black, tan, yellow, or brown,
It really doesn't matter, we can all get down,
short temper to cool out
Yeah sometimes I need woosah, time to get paid by the goo-ghaas
My office on top of that rooftop, for my mama Myra Anderson
Tell
loud
Cause the music plays all, night, long
All of my favorites in one long song
There's Horton and Houston, Jones and Jerry Lee
Play those country
the role of a slouch
Just watchin to see how Jasmine played herself out
They sat there just talkin to each other
I thought this kid was alone he had five
Out here in Cali, we shine so bright
Wear shades at night, cause we blinded by the lights
Poppin' thizzles like they vitamins, I'm talkin' one a day
a shine-haulin' outlaw, yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout
His truck, his dash, the county on his tag
The songs on his radio, the stickers on his glass
From four-bys
gone drown me.
Spike lee was definitely talkin bout me when he made that movie 'jungle fever'.
'cause I like em a little bit darker
Take it from
and have an escape. Obie was makin' sure
It was about four or five hours later that Alice (remember Alice?
There's a song about Alice)
Alice came by
I never made it to my Great Uncle's funeral
I was too far away but I chose the song
One by Buddy Williams that ends in a yodel
Like my uncle used
[talking]
Even though we all thugs
Don't judge us by our action, but judge us by our heart
The wicked, spies upon the righteous
God blesses the man,
in red bottoms
Great weed, nice homes, bread proper
Tec nine, one chamber, top shotta
Bentley coupe, new yacht, my helicopter
Born broke, real
My Girl (Lyrics)
Written by William Robinson Jr., Ronald White
Performed by George Sisneros
I've got sunshine on a cloudy day
When it's cold
like woah, damn
Im talkin' that shit, I walk in that bitch and they know me by Dr1p (I Split!)
My girl with the shit, she lovin' the lick and she
country, they can really get to it
Country colors are shades of Sawyer Brown
Red Foley, Lee Greenwood,I love all those sounds
I get hungry for some
taken just by going outside
(James Lee Alexander, Pamela Turner, Sean Bell, Bobby Russ, Torrey Robinson)
You know we can not run away no there's nowhere
the difference is what you can hold on to
versus what holds on to you,
red right, white left,
this here is a snake skin song
that represents a symbol of my
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