Lyrics:
you to the San Francisco police department (fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you)
Fuck you to the Marin County Sheriff department (you're another
bitches
I wasn't promised to it, wasn't bitter or sweet
See if a, nigga don't hustle then the nigga don't eat
Only streets livin do or die circle
my door screaming
"Sheriffs department! we have a search warrant"
Aside from the legal documents, the judges won't do shit but
Push it and sign, you're
near here, up in Humboldt County about 200 miles north of San Francisco right near a town called Shelter Cove, get this: three- to four-hundred American
the health department people i salute police department people i salute fire department people and i salute
All essential who contributed in the battle
all around me
Jamaica to King's County, God
(Set me free, oh, deliver me oh my father)
Yes, yes, yes
Deliver me from temptation, a weakened man
I wanna thank God
For opportunity, success
Wealth and health
My daddy name Gucci, he the Gucci Mane
Honestly he turned me on to the ice game
health will be worse than when it started
Do not go to the emergency department
Your mental health will be worse than when it started
Do not go
was sick and we believed him
And at the department store as Santa we would see 'em
And as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'
How off
of Jackson County
Tried it once, tried it twice, and failed and failed and failed
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How can a middle age, balding, sheriff with asthma expect to do any better?
All my niggas do what I got 'em for
Extra flashy grind, hit 'em with a crisp rhyme
Lines is nothing, blunt out, fuck him
All we know is jewelry and I
Hey, hey! Take that mop and- ah!
Boy, don't do that!
Take that mop handle away from here
Don't you fight in here
You know that's wrong
Don't start
Martial law is in effect until further notice, effective today
If you know of a suicide victim
You must notify the health department immediately
cll bodies
comprehend
I was 17 years young back in '92
Facing 25 to life for something I didn't do
My song is supposed to be a big admission on my part
You're going to the science hospital
You guess that your body is still alive
They estimate you're in pretty good health
Good shape for some of our
Coffee in the morning
Wine in the evening
Whiskey on weekends
And prayer every day
Praying for good health
Folded hands bless the dinner bell
Fallen
of the wealth was SK, AK, mayday, payday dog
Don't play with your health
[Chorus]
Mami she open she open,jump off hopin' I'm hopin'
grab her rope em'
brother"
(Free call from James Warren
An inmate at the Cook County Department of Corrections in Chicago, Illinois)
"Every human being naturally wants
To the snap and kicking knowledge
If I'm being honest, Trouble with the county
Double flip the bounty, Had it deep inside the nap sack
I know you ain't from
I wanna thank God
For opportunity, success
Wealth and health
My daddy name Gucci, he the Gucci Mane
Honestly he turned me on to the ice game
Yeah this song is dedicated in memory of mister Terell Alfago Davis
Mister Davis was gunned down at the hands of two Richmond County
Sheriff's
Yo, gold rims, good dope, make a wonderful summer
Heard I was a genius, when it come to the numbers
Do it for the young fathers, still signing
such people
to help someone for a dick? To see rainbows in the dark for a moment.
Some would give everything to have ten major health?
Often they can
pay yourself
And my weight of the wealth was SK, AK, mayday, payday dog
Don't play with your health.
[chorus]
Mami...she open she open,jump
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