Lyrics:
brother could do no wrong and I became
The Invisible Boy, the proverbial 'black sheep' and
I soon figured out that red and black don't mix.
The beatings I
at a red light or a fuckin' drive-thru (that's on my mama)
Nigga playin' with the crew like we ain't gon' shoot
Ooh-woo, now them grapes come through
terror
Till man I get mine till I'm dead, so I can drive sumpthin red
Like that horse standing on it's hind legs
Since arnold and willis in they bunk
slow motion
Standing there in my party dress
In red lipstick
With no one to impress
And they're all laughing
As I'm looking around the room
But
motherfuckin' house
Fuck right here
This better be this motherfucker's house
(Oh shit!) What, what's wrong?
(What's that red dot on your head man!)
What red
slow motion
Standing there in my party dress
In red lipstick
With no one to impress
And they're all laughing
As I'm looking around the room
But
motherfuckin' house
Fuck right here
This better be this motherfucker's house
(Oh shit!) What, what's wrong?
(What's that red dot on your head man!)
What red
to save me
Baby do you still hate me
I kinda miss the way you'd go crazy
Zooming through the city by my side in a dark red whip
Running through the reds
Welcome to the world, baby boy, I'll paint you red and white and blue
The indoctrination starts as soon as you come out the womb
Pretty quick we'll
the little locs are getting a little too loc'ed
And when it comes to dust, they kick up the most
Say the wrong word
Then whistle down the street to your
a little too loc'ed
And when it comes to dust, they kick up the most
Say the wrong word
Then whistle down the street to your homies like a bird
Bust
Someone's Favorite Song
Words & Music by Steve Richard Mahoney / Timothy Vincent Mauldin
Life goes on and it plays long
Til ending in a flash.
When
to a stone
And I really hope you listen to this song
So you realize you're in the wrong
I'm really tired of these demons dressed in thongs
Living on the beach
lick speed off the floor
You head hits the wall, you're charged with death fuel
The ecstasy's cruel
The room's turning red, your trip becomes dread
Yet
know me, pull a Pluto move, take white Scotty Pippen
This cup full of all red, like it beef with crippin' (like it beef with crippin')
I damn near got
Teresa, I had no idea how much I'd need her
Take me home and teach me how to feed her
My heart is palpitating and I guess wrong
But I guess I'll
An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red
pretend
I reload a magazine and fire it at all your friends
Nothin in between my goal. The muzzle glowin red
Last thing you ever see, my green helmet
I was
You did me wrong
Wrong, wrong, so wrong
You did me wrong that's nothing new
You break my heart, guess that's the move
You did me wrong that's nothing
she love when they red
Living everyday like our last never no regrets
Dangerous lifestyle but we hung on by a thread
Memories dance around my brain I
on Melrose
I gave her everything I had, you dead wrong, yeah
You dead wrong, got my head gone
You dead wrong, got my head gone, baby
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm,
He's lonely
Sitting by the river
Awakened by the horses
In circles
Running in the circus
His red nose
Looking damaged in the mirror
will do it by whatever means necessary
Detroit red flow
East coast, west coast
Used to leave MoCo to hit Ledroit with Bo
I dated women with poppin'
in the high crescent moon
Hear the pulse and vibrations and the rumblin' force
Somebody's out there beating on a dead horse
She never said nothin',
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