Lyrics:
Aye I said, nigga, walk up in the crib
I got them Ps by the door
Pussy, I don't need a desk I keep them Ps on the floor
Get it, wrap that shit,
the deal daddy, couldn't keep it real daddy
Yo what happened to you, lookin' ill daddy
Used to eat steaks now it's cornmeal daddy
I don't hold my tongue
Charge Up!
Dyson Knight
Yow
We on the road again
Behind the baddest truck
We on the road again
Gals dem wuk'n up dey stuff
We on the road again
Only
Road, road, road, road.....
Everyone's will makes roads
and everyone's united.
I'm proud of our communication
out of control by common sense.
Break
Down the road again
Down the road to Massachusetts driving through the night
I thought I saw Jack Kennedy hitchhiking by a light
I hit the brakes,
I just wanna crib by the peer
So a nigga shed a tear
Every time I see the sunrise
And the man
Super serious
Ion play around
Come to me yeah that's
What a pretty world that we roam
Diamond and pearls is all we know
A little bit of white for her nose as we coast
Down these Wyoming roads
Bad roads
is haunted
By killers and jackers
Tryin' to make it as a street hog
Bustin' out a coupe in the smog, just
Me and my road dog
Nigga, just me and my
Henry
Papa won't leave you, Boy
Papa won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't leave you, Boy
Well, the road is long
And the road is hard
And many fall by
Henry
Papa won't leave you, Boy
Papa won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't leave you, Boy
Well, the road is long
And the road is hard
And many fall by
a free range consultant
Where on Earth do you find one of those?
Bertie: By Hook!By Crook!
By Way! By Pass!
By Sea! By Air!
By Road!
By Grass!
By
a month imma road runner
Told her I'm stone cold hit her with the stunner
Tell me how that's yo girl NFL done her
Called the rap game my bitch by the way I
Ima spend these bands on the road
Ima spend these bands on the road yeah
Ima spend these bands on the road
Ima spend these bands on the road (The
on by, walk on by)
Walk on by (Just walk on by, walk on by)
What we had
Ended in flames
Gone to hell and died
It's no more
There’s a long road
He pulled out in a cloud of dust
Laying rubber and spewing rust
And on any road he'd take
He'd have his foot on the pedal and my heart
On the road to riches (On the road to riches)
Can't get distracted by these bitches
(Can't get distracted by them bitches)
On the road to diamond rings
(On
I get money on the road get money in the trap and
Get money on the road, get money plus my line bang
Police come yeah we're still trapping
I'm
on a CD 'cause not everythin' you'll put on sells
Got all my ideas in cells as cells form 'em word by word
I wanna speak 'bout what I believe in but most
Portobello road
You'll find what you want in the Portobello road
Rare alabaster? Genuine plaster!
A filigreed samovar owned by the czars
A pen used by
the one who blocks the door
When the tax collecter comes by
The tour hits the road, he spends his day (Big fat road manager)
At an all-you-can-eat buffet
a real dark Road all by myself and it feel like I done lost myself,
Can’t see which way I’m going,
But I been holding on,
Waiting for someone to help,
Me and my closest road dogz
To my dog named Musolini, Big Syke, Thug Life baby
The return of the mashers, you know how we do it ha ha ha!
Shit
Me and my closest road dogz
To my dog named Musolini, Big Syke, Thug Life baby
The return of the mashers, you know how we do it ha ha ha!
S***
down the road
But you didn't wave back
You just walked on by
Alone by yourself
Till the day you die
And I guess the truth and freedom before us all
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