Lyrics:
Growing off of his shoulder
Billy had two big
Caves for eyes,
With a cliff for a jaw
That would go up 'n down,
And whenever it did,
He'd puff out
to sit and chill with my girl by the beach
Complete, unique, in all the way around
Give me a pound from East to West Bound
Nothin' in the world that can
fuckers no the deal
Its kottonmouth kings and cypress hill
Gotta sip that bud, ya'll know whats up
Its d double dash don't give a fuck
Got a kush
Imma Hill Figure
Imma Hill Figure
Imma Hill Figure
Block boy trapper
Never been a capper
Sliding with a sack nigga
Maybach all black nigga
Never been
Yeeeah oceanview slim
Its still him check his brim
I’m just on some West side player shit
I took a trip out to the west side just to get Space
interested
Now, many people didn't believe the Prophet Joseph Smith
They thought he'd made up this Part Three that was buried by a tree, on the hill in his
did go
But to my sad misfortune it proved my poor 'through
We wandered east we wandered west we wandered through the lawn
He said he'd see me home that
on assault, the result, death by the bolt
In a vote, it spoke about the average loss commission
That was seen by a king in a prophetic vision
Like a plane
grass-sick
They'll founder, fain, they'll die
What is now known by the sorrel and the roan?
By the chestnut, and the bay, and the gelding grey?
It is,
in love for the night
By the morn you forget it
West end connection
Only direction
Cups of the 5th
Pour that shit till you tempted
Shorty down and she
name)
In the hills, I hear you calling but i’m in darker days
Yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’d cry if it feels nice
Oh, this kinda feels nice
I been down
To find a new homeland where no people dwell
Having by men been chased away
From an egg left behind
That had never been found
In the cave`s darkest corner
choices, should I cave
Can I face myself giving in to what I crave
Do it by the book, if no one is there to look
What if I want to win by hook or crook
What
sewer sludge stuck in my throat
And I live in a big pipe on Sog Island
So stop by and have a bowl of rust, you fucking bitch-ass faggot
Faggot, you bitch
you down
And I know you'd protest by default
But as I look around this place
I feel that it's my fault
I hope that you forgive me
I was given all
The story of a spiritual awakening.
She spoke of her love returning in kind,
She let me know that she'd be waiting.
And I should be on my way by now.
of moonlight
Over the purple moor
When the highwayman came riding
Riding, riding
The highwayman came riding
Up to the old inn door
He'd a French cocked
of moonlight over the purple moor
And the highwayman came riding
Riding, riding
The highwayman came riding up to the old inn-door
He'd a French cocked-hat
a moulder'd church and higher
A long street climbs to one tall-tower'd mill
And high in heaven behind it a gray down
With Danish barrows and a hazelwood,
By
and West of the Rio Grande
Well he started with a bank in Colorado
In the pocket of his vest, a Colt he hid
And his age and his size took the teller by
Through black lung, cave-ins
And hundred year floods
We built this country
On iron and blood
We'd holler in the hollows
When the work whistle chimed
When
and south looked west
But the evening star was sleeping
And the daylight wouldn't rest
Out on the killing floor
The red sun on the the hill
Shinin' down
Yeah so motherfucking hood
It's your uncle Snoop D O Double G oh weee
You know how we do it on the west coast
West west yo, diggy diggy diggy diggit
of moonlight over the purple moor
And the highwayman came riding,
Riding, riding,
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.
He'd a French cocked
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