Lyrics:
I get on the beat and I ride that bitch, just like a Clydesdale, probably high as hell
Track killer like a whale, Moby
I don't fuck with yall niggaz,
the glock or beam
Life is moving too fast to just off the steed
So we coming through the scene at a breakneck speed we out here
Clydesdale stampede through
A Clydesdale's best friend
"Here's Johnny!" he says, and laughs in his special way
"...Johnny!" he says, you know I love him
"Here's Johnny!" he says,
gon French kiss it
Like Bonjour
Might as well
Dog that ain't a stallion
That's a Clydesdale
And everyday she styling
And she fine as hell
And she kind
the key component
Whether you lease it or loan it
If you remus I rome it
The king is the throne is
Mine for the taking
My mindset vacant
Them clydesdale's
bitch, on a clydesdale
Never met Mr. West but I know I'm not gonna fail
Makin' beats everyday like a blind kid reading some Braille
So much dope in
woof woof
Officer woof woof
Officer woof woof
Woof woof woof woof
Constable Clydesdale is gonna fucking stomp ya head in
Constable Clydesdale
Yes cunt
know they're in the streets, can't they smell the burning cars
Am I a mare
Racing Clydesdales in circles for fruitless reward
Tools for the jockeys
Just
the horses all through the hood, we not on clydesdales
Remember the fist time I handled a scale
The halves turned to wholes
The P's turned to Bales
The wins
back in the bottle
Your answer was to send a clydesdale across cmerica
For us to be seen near a number of american patriotic monuments
cll you did was
The Suffolk, the Clydesdale, the Percheron vie
With the Shire on his feathers floating
Hauling soft timber into the dusk
To bed on a warm straw coating
The Suffolk, the Clydesdale, the Percheron vie
With the Shire on his feathers floating
Hauling soft timber into the dusk
To bed on a warm straw coating
The Suffolk, the Clydesdale, the Percheron vie
With the Shire on his feathers floating
Hauling soft timber into the dusk
To bed on a warm straw coating
(stacks, stacks) so my stacks excel
Hop in the coach with my twelve Clydesdales and bells
I'm on the move, smooth, to my decoy horse
A .30, .30 on my side
upstairs and downstairs, clientele on clientele
Spend a thirty in YSL, shawty thick, she a Clydesdale
I'm at Esco, double park in front of the firehouse
You can have Charleston
The cobblestone streets
The steeples looking down
On the Battery
The Topsails and the Clydesdales
Pulling people all around
posted up as usual downstairs
With a couple of Clydesdales, sippin' Zinfandel
Got a sack of good, take a whiff, inhale
Blaze up, hate to ball and bail
women built like a Clydesdale
Went to the city in search of supreme clientele
And back to the country frontin like he Mr Drysdale
Just an illusion
posted up as usual downstairs
With a couple of Clydesdales, sippin' Zinfandel
Got a sack of good, take a whiff, inhale
Blaze up, hate to ball and bail
do the hard thing for real
Gotta do seventy and I pops the wing
A little car trivia, every car giddy up like a Clydesdale
The mood is right and I'm
far from the whip of the world
I climb on your Clydesdale
ride on the night trail
exhale a stale sour smoke
my doppelganger
has been my lover
they prefer.
I saw Ruth atop a dun Clydesdale
in a pilgrim's caravan
queueing at the toll-house now and
then revealed by a sheet of lightning,
my heart
pick
No shit, no hair and you get no dick
[B. Stille]
Now we love them gals that love themselves, them southern belles
Them Clydesdale Kentucky
tight, six gun on my hip
Lit Marlboro Red hangin' out of my lips
Call me the Lonesome Dove
I disappear in the mist
Of the Clydesdale hooves click clack
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