Lyrics:
No we must see him.
Mandy: Go and praise someone else's brat, go on.
Wise Man 2: We were led by a star.
Mandy: Led by a bottle, more
the book
A Mastermind
Never do a thing irrational
Lives forever, these tales are classical
Velvet bow ties, bulletproofs in the tux, when I roll by
In
suicide?
Only deal with the real, can't get with them true lies
Tellin' tall tales to your home boys and them
Chances of me believin' you, boy is slim
Can't
kill
Turkeys, chickens, pigs, each other, fuck us, we will
Take a life, lethal injection or free will
Tookie got murdered by the pigs, fuck did he
tales, no need for no contracts I will never tell
Hard to stay faithful I know you ain't real
Free all my brothers locked up in a cell away, I'm making
and passenger cars just cut it out.
Trucks will identity themselves. Box cars:
Rocky 1:
I'm Rocky, there's lots like me.
Rocky 11:
I'm Rocky two.
Rocky 111:
like a souvenir of the one who’s gone
But the innocent sleeps on the passenger seat (x2)
Meanwhile far away someone calls the police
they found
on the sheets of the grass on the banks by the rails
spends his days with his band of runaways and renegades swapping tales
of how they've all been cheated - how
passengers could tell the tale but two
Their parents may shed bitter tears that's on their native strand
While mountains of waves roll over their graves
was six of us together a jolly hungry crew
and as the days went by you know our hunger quickly grew
some fool muttered death or liberty
So that night
The game under break the pressure
They miss my presence
[Chorus 2X: Sparks]
We still not promised tomorrow
Takin the bitter with the sweet up in these
or die, passenger side, burning trees
Now that's a forest fire inspired by the summer breeze
Riding in the whip, just chilling, feeling the summer breeze
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Do it by the book
No I don't do it by the book
Do it by the book
No I don't do it by the book
Do it by the book
No I don't do it by the book
Do it by
When one-two starts actin' up
Homey duck, homey duck, homey duck, homey duck
BLAOW! Somebody shoulda told that dude
BLAOW! Somebody shoulda told
I make the cadillac swerve
Left hand gripping the wood grane wheel
Right hand up her skirt
My passenger is whine fine
I got fine dimes all across
and you I'm ambitious, sometimes I feel like I'm 2Pac (Ayy)
Lord be my witness, lil mami come closer on god I swear I'll treat you right (yeah)
Fairy tale
Now listen up and hunker down
It's a tale of Westen
Gonna venture into a dangerous town
The heart of a vampire's den
This here is Carl Darrus
good?
It happens in Compton, happens in Queens, happened to Big L
Happened to Chinx and 2Pac in that passenger's seat
Sometimes it's internal, happens
The boilers overloaded
The ship's bow split apart
Passengers were flying
Backward, forward, far and fast
They mumbled, fumbled, and tumbled
Each one more
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Riding round the same old streets in the same old car
Passing by the closed down stores and our favorite bar
Funny how people change, but the places
From four-bys to two-bys, it's true you can't judge
A book by its cover, but you can judge a country boy by his truck
If there's a silver cross
to the nightmares of the sea
And the music plays on, as the bride passes by
Caught by his spell and the mariner tells his tale
Driven south to the land
to the nightmares of the sea
And the music plays on, as the bride passes by
Caught by his spell and the mariner tells his tale
Driven south to the land
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