Lyrics:
That's the type of shit a copper gon' do
Fend for your life like a hostage gon' do
I'm pimpin' your bitch in Vegas prostitutin'
Robbin' you niggas, fuck
Copper kettles sitting side by each
Copper coil, cup o'Georgia peach
Down on Copperline
Half a mile down to Morgan Creek
Leaning heavy on the end
Copper kettles sitting side by each
Copper coil, cup o'Georgia peach
Down on Copperline
Half a mile down to Morgan Creek
Leaning heavy on the end
Copper kettles sitting side by each
Copper coil, cup o'Georgia peach
Down on Copperline
Half a mile down to Morgan Creek
Leaning heavy on the end
bailing while they trailing
Better in hell than in the cell
And it ain't no telling where the coppers be dwelling,
One had spotted me, pick up ah piece
Mind Over Body, Mind, Mind Over Body
(We The MOB)
Everybody wanna be a real nigga
Don't nobody wanna feel that pain
Everybody wanna step up in that
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
never bleach ya blackness
'Cause da whole wide world going crazy over blackness
Mama told me never be ashamed of my blackness
Coppers in da hood tryna
on Paladino cause I'm a
Leave your neck on the curb
In this battle you won't win
The first second or third
It's no need to park when I pull
Up in that Lex in
copper kettle with little pipes
Going out all over it somewhere
Up in the hills
My uncle knew him
And my grandmother Carter was quite a woman
And she
of them too
Were ushered in by Old Doc Brown
When we made our first debut
Tho' he needed his dimes and there were times
That he'd receive a fee
He'd
You can only smoke in your apartment
Under a blanket, with all the lights out? Is that the rule now, huh?
The cops are outside, "We know you have
copper pots over an open hearth
And brought us tea, hot and sweet
And so to dinner
Flat, unleavened bread, + thin
Cooked in an iron skillet over the open
soul
Put whiskey in your soda or vodka
Chop you with a blade made of copper
Kick your head off like a soccer, brawl
Raw alcohol and it's over, arrest
too were ushered in by ol' Doc Brown
When we made our first debaut ah he needed his dimes
And there were times he'd receive a fee
But he would pass it
Copper kettles sitting side by each
Copper coil, cup o'Georgia peach
Down on Copperline
Half a mile down to Morgan Creek
I'm only living till the end
sir, but that line is busy, heh!
KWIRK
Smock, we don?t realize what a mess we?re in 29 billion miles off course.
LIMEY
(stupid voice)
Captain,
deep you still shining
Our alignment resided
Over where science decided
Change our minds for nobody
Now our bodies don't mind it
Put my world in a casket
niggas over
Into running from D's
'Fore you know it coppers pointing at you
Telling you "Freeze!"
And you can't afford a lawyer
So they telling you "Plea!"
the smell
An everyday thing that I live to tell
Pulled out my Black Flys, covered up my red eyes
If that copper pulls me over well its lies, lies, lies
Dirty
on a humble
Least now you know, they love the style and flow
We almost there, just one more mile to go
When the storm is over and the clouds have part
Keep
You can only smoke in your apartment
Under a blanket, with all the lights out? Is that the rule now, huh?
The cops are outside, "We know you have
First five, then ten
Growing old in a lonely hell
Round the yard and the stinking cell
From wall to wall, and back again
A curse on the judges,
crazier
Is that You love me more
Than I know for sure
That I know for sure (oh whoa)
You loved me first (first)
And You made me from the dirt
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