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And there's no one to stop the buck

Holy fuck the outlook's dismal
Sinking ever deeper in a hole
Paradoxically too hopeless for suicide
Or maybe it's just

angled up, rims on my ride
Fly shorty by my side, we gonna live it up
Even when I'm broke I'm still feeling like a million bucks
Chains all tangled up,

hating the fact
I be smoking on the weed to relax
Love her body cause she keep it intact
Now I'm sneaking in the key on the mat
You'll be mine by the end

on the lawn
Dinosaur Victrola listenin' to Buck Owens
Doo, doo, doo, lookin' out my backdoor

Well, tambourines and elephants are playin' in the band
Won't

The Talkin' Song Repair Blues

Alan Jackson

What I Do

2004

up
So just go on over and work on my car
I'll sit here by the fan and chances are
I can straighten this thing out for..eigh..nine hundred bucks

love a bitch na-na na-na
So heartless
I swear I'm too good of a person I'm always gon get played
My soul so dark and so empty got nothing left to say

the tomb specially with my hands I made
Too many crows in arm just to bring you the death
Try to fuck with Buck
He will get you over fucked
Even if I'm high

I'm on a run
Boy this 21
I'm snagging them funds
Been at it since I was a youngin
Not one for the fussin
I'm going for getting them bucks in
I'll

I'm on a run
Boy this 21
I'm snagging them funds
Been at it since I was a youngin
Not one for the fussin
I'm going for getting them bucks in
I'll

I'm on a run
Boy this 21
I'm snagging them funds
Been at it since I was a youngin
Not one for the fussin
I'm going for getting them bucks in
I'll

to hide (Ooh)
Sorry to the girls I had to lie to who ain’t need to know if I was my the lake switchin’ tides, too (Tides)
Anyway, I don’t wanna talk (Ooh)

to hide (Ooh)
Sorry to the girls I had to lie to who ain’t need to know if I was my the lake switchin’ tides, too (Tides)
Anyway, I don’t wanna talk (Ooh)

2 Many Bitches

Blaze Ya Dead Homie

Colton Grundy

2004

a alleyway, by a chickenhead
I don't love that hoe, and I ain't handcuffing
Too many bitches, and they turkies needed stuffing
Like this bitch the other day,

motherfuckers, bow down right on both knees
I'll break your fuckin neck like it's Stone Cold and Owen Hart
Summer Slam '97, the novel of my life, this just

And I said what the fuck I said
Now pretty girl want me dead
She hate to see that I'm up now
Stacking my bucks, what's up now
Young Nigga copped that lil

chosen by some racists
I'm in the yo, with a bottle of some clear shit
You don't know the truth, you just hear shit
Homie's on a Learjet, upgrade from

I'm good like G double O-D
OG kush by the motherfuckin' oz
Hoes wanna roll with a young nigga so street
You ain't fuckin' Tory 'less you
Tryna hit

ain't ever give a fuck
I can get you what you want
Because getting money is a must
Ain't too many I can trust
Trying to get a couple bucks (WHY)
Because

no ho, fuck what a bitch said (ho)

Man, y'all be on that he say, she say shit too much
Man, go get a buck (man, go get a buck)
If your money low

kid
That's how dumb ass get his house surrounded
By them sirens or them G's in silence
Double hard rip it raw slippin' in the game
When it's on with

on the move, and have my head up through traffic
Money aging by the day, I'ma keep on stacking
And I'm moving too smoothe, moonwalking like Jackson
What the fuck

Open Your Eyes

Organized Konfusion

Organized Konfusion

1991

There's just too many rages
Too many infinite screams at night, we're living in concrete cages
Another child is doomed, to be torn in his mother's

How does it feel? 
They told me to keep it a buck. 
I said I’ll keep it a mill. 
They all on my heels 
The pressure is never too much 
They mad that

tryin' to get by
With fifty bucks a week I promise I'll survive

I'm a vagabond

Don't have a job
I often spend my time walkin' around
Countin' steps as I