Lyrics:
To the ceiling, oh what a feeling
(Tryna blow)
Tryna get cake like George from Beantown
(Let's do it)
Head outta state is how I seen town (9-5)
You wouldn't believe
walkin' the planet
Can't stand it, pass away, wanna fight us
Start to swingin', wanna kill us, blast away, wanna stab us
Get to stickin but make sure you
to Texas to see my bitch
I ought of be there by breakfast if I leave by six
And ain't nothing stopping Ja'
I'ma get the puss, catch the Rockets game, then
tippin' flippin' blades
In a Clippers jersey I’m out givin' fades
I don't play
Feel like Quincy Jones in my Bel-Air J's
Bitch it's in my bones Texas player
a visit
Talkin' bout "I'm pregnant by some other nigga"
Beef is high blood pressure and bad credit
Need a loan for your home and you're too broke to get
Jones told them move
S-P-A-X-E
With double R
We coming through
Rich rock stars the gang
When our shit plays
Y'all get the grooving
Rich rock stars
thing we can't be
Oh no
Mr. Jones and Mrs. Jones
We're elated to inform you
Though you've failed to meet the standards
We've a place where we'll reform
like that movie, can't Get Out
Defund the police, Obama said he don't believe in that
In the country where you can't even jog while bein' black (I'm
You's a thinker ho
What you thinkin bro? Need to
Get your money way up
UGK and Three 6 Mafia got
Your girl trained up
I'm still trappin in hell
My
Hoes call me za cause I'm blunt bitch
Don't get caught up in your mind gotta lock in
Spaxe finna was tweak out
Jones had lock in
Lock on my heart
'd call on my gal,
Now remember, old pal,
When you get back home.
(Repeat Refrain)
""Life's A Funny Proposition After All
Music and Lyrics by George M.
Well I'll bet by the time I get to Tulsa
She'll be pullin' on them tight blue jeans
She'll go down to Cowboy's, buy herself a cold one
YOU MUST BE FROM TEXAS By Mark""Buc"" Williams(ASCAP)2014
(V1)
BEEN ON THE ROAD SO LONG GONE MISSIN’ MY TEXAS HOME
BACK AND FORTH AROUND THE NORTH
wall
Only difference is Chuck might give you that call
To march on Friday, yeah, it's kind of frightening
Let me move so I don't get hit by the bolt
Haven't you heard guys? You can't say Chri-biip-mas you gotta say Holiday
I can't say Chri-biip-mas?
No you might offend somebody.
Who is offended by
the hell these boys keep talking like you gon fail
Cause they think that bar been raised so high,
that I can't match them sales
(well can you) yeah nigga
or he'll rob you blind
Out in the street the crowd is gatherin'
Pushed down by the heat of the building, they're wantin' to dance
Makin' their way up
niggas, texas, You know
[hook]
[Lil' Jon:]
Ya'll niggas can't fuck wit my niggas ho [x4]
[chorus]
[Lil' Jon and Ice Cube:]
Mothafuck that nigga, Mothafuck
murdered her,
Witness the vision first hand plumping master of source of us
[Jim Jones]
By the, grace of Capo, in the moment of silence, in the mist
swear I keep it real
Raise young O trill and cook a decent meal
It's signed and sealed, you the only female
Hell, my one and only pal come to get me
I don't put much stock in best laid plans
I like living my life by the seat of my pants
My hair on fire, I'm out in the night
Kicking my heels till
the screw heads crank it up feel this
Rest In Peace Pimp C from the heart of Texas
If you don’t know, we’ll you gon learn some truth today
Asshole by nature,
[Featuring cool Keith]
[Kool Keith]
Yes! As we interrupt
For sisters out there ovulating
Brothers out there... doing private things
Let's get
George Jones & Melba Montgomery
Have you ever come home tired and all worn out
Life is gay and you're wonderin' what it's about
Still you find out
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