Lyrics:
breath the air, hit a detour
No one can see us in this lot, you could be sure
Make it hot, get the windows steamy
Car rocking, it's great to be me
it's desert ice outside but this diner has thawed my ears
hot coffee in a clean white mug and a smile when the waitress hears
that I was born in
girl?
won't you please make a call or at least leave a note.
the next time you decide to leave this home.
'cause see home is where the heart is.
but
at how you talking, you sound retarded
Gimme your car, bitch, gotta drive to the market
I see the handicap spot and that's were I parked it
This dude in
on they bitches (Uh). I tumble into pusssy, weed and lots of riches. I know you can not relate you broke sons of bitches. She throw it back I hit it hard
to make your mind intertwine with brain food at the root/
Cus we all gotta eat but I ain't sellin' my soul/
cus man can't live by them belly alone/
I'm hard
facists
Mister Wilder's a myth
Mind is a gift
I mean, there was this gift
No longer ashamed of my thread count
In bed with a girl who's not ashamed
[Featuring John Doe]
John Doe/ (Vex):
ohhhhh
yeah
(John Doe, this sound like the Sho Shot)
yeah
?, that flow like the breeze
How can sick can one nigga be
You think I'm off that PCP but its Chewy!
A lot of niggas never heard of me
I said beware of me
Now they scared of me
(Mark Erelli)
I met her on the farm on a hot summer night
I don't have to tell you it was love at first sight
It was a chance introduction by
Jepetio, hello
Deep fried just like Friday fish
A lot a hot sauce, now we got it popping in this bitch
Yeah, in anything I do I put my everything
They gon get tired of me I ain't done my run yet
We was up on rising Sun way after the sunset
Saw a lot of things but I'm just blessed I ain't seen God
was apractic yuh got it
Guns them new brand coming out ah plastic
Fi make boi do back flip something like gymnastic
Quick test run circle the and I
me
Scott Van P (bad beat)
A lot of you all hated from the get-go (dang)
Guess you didn't know
Judas got fed bro (wooh)
I forgive you
I'll remember what
Whoa-oh-whoa
Whoa-oh-whoa
There's another body in the McDonald's parking lot
The cops stand around like there's nothing to do
You start to worry that's
can reach the masses
Give them what they want with this pen that's plastic (Life)
I got a message I'm a put it in a bottle
Sign the bottom
can reach the masses
Give them what they want with this pen that's plastic (Life)
I got a message I'm a put it in a bottle
Sign the bottom
the parking lots are packed with cars that will make hoes faint
You'll get a cavity from the candy paint
It's just like I increased the crime rate
Bump this
on the track again
You're trash up in the plastic bin
Play the game like a captain if
You wanna snatch a win
Never cashing in, til' I hit that lotto
And ever
we came to the place where the tracks cross the river I said '''This looks a lot to me Like the train bridge scene in Stand By Me.'Û You laughed
and I got a lot
So I'mma blow up the whole joint with one shot
57 for the MC, where he was born
Down to 14 polishing the furious form
20 display, this way
rag
Take me away to another age
From this plastic rage
Got soul (if you got soul, where is it?)
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