Lyrics:
regrets cause I learned a lot
And I earned a lot in the parking lot
Doin' dirt for the O.G's slangin' rock
They used to call me that little white kid
yourself
The Talking Paranoia Blues?
What on earth is that?
I've never heard of such a thing
Well, allow me to explain
The Talking blues are a sacred
by the things you do
You don't know that I've been watching you
Now I don't understand what games or crazy plans
I'm here for you, baby, stop playing
won't crucify the things you do
I won't cry for you see, when you're gone
I'll still be Bloody Mare
Lcve do you smell that?
It's poison : m YAAAAAH!
We
on the back yeah I like it like that
Nice and easy, slow and breezy
Movin’ on up like George and Weezy
Little bit of classic, Throwback magic
Cruisin’ that
Laughin' at ya (ha)
Funk used to be a bad word
(sung by the group
Interspersed with stuff from
George and others)
Sittin in the woods upon a log
Finger
And the women say "damn", them niggas don't say a damn thing
Boy I bet that shotty make you bounce like a bed spring
Walking a thin line, gotta defend mine
back from my classes
Or at Quals or at Little 5
But then every other time he was always by your side
I knew that something had clicked
And I was
a little, now I have a lot
No matter where I go, I know where I came from (from the Bronx!)
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still
never weigh more than one-fifteen
My name is Regina George
And I am a massive deal
I don't care who you are
I don't care how you feel
That's
niggas
I can only view little niggas like little niggas
But in lieu of little niggas trying to play that boy
I pkew pkew little niggas with the latest
niggas
I can only view little niggas like little niggas
But in lieu of little niggas trying to play that boy
I pkew pkew little niggas with the latest
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave (Jesus, Lord)
I see 'em change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you,
threes
Life is short is what some nigga said
Not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did
It's funny how these black killer companies is making
things
Yeah it's the little things
That drive me wild
I'm like a mad dog
I'm on a short leash
I'm on a tight rope
Hanging by a thread
I'm on some
I want you to uh, I want to a
If you don't mind Carl, I'd like you to stay out and help us on some songs
I'd love to
One of the greatest guitar
thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it like that (like that?)
I make you scream papa (you the best dada!)
Yeah, uh, uh, yo
Paradin in
than
Two little piles, and rather than bring that one up, we decided to throw
Ours down. That's what we did
Drove back to the church, had
that
When I climb up in your truck, just pick me up
Mm, yeah, just pick me up, ooh
Get me lost way out
Down a back two-lane, little George Strait
on
And no matter what you fighting for I promise that it'll live on
Like Make America great again
Make it hate again
Make it white
Make everybody fight
years
That I stretched it into six
Pat Green:
And I'd like to thank "Ole George's Bar"
For the classes that I missed
Brad Paisley:
I was searchin'
me what takes to be a better man
Through all the tears, all the pain,
I still want you here
But I wish I could forget,
All those little things,
Like
That i had by showing
The world i didn’t care about
Being like other people
I could never go back – 50 Cent
The 50th Law is based on the following
niggas sellin' the same block, pumpin' the same night
Arrest me, come to court and lie
Yeah that's him, pointin' like I'm the guy
What chu' want those is
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