Lyrics:
they told me die slow Ninetty you'll never make it
like I won't try tho
give a push like hevhoe return of the jackass nigga Steve-O
better tuck ya
frech kriegst du 'ne
Kelle mit der Riesenpranke
Guck wie ich die Biere tanke
Deine Gang nur Niederlage hose Schwarz Cord
Bowlinghemd spannt über dem
My pappy said "Son your gonna drive me to drinkin'
If you don't stop driving that hot rod Lincoln"
Have you heard the story of the hot rod race
there's a time to laugh a time to cry
A time to live and a time to die
A time to break and a time to chill
To act civilized or act real ill
But whatever
there's a time to laugh a time to cry
A time to live and a time to die
A time to break and a time to chill
To act civilized or act real ill
But whatever
In Chicago where I live, there's an outfit that'd tow almost anything off the street. They deal mostly with automobile. And we call 'em the Lincoln
My pappy said "Son your gonna drive me to drinkin'
If you don't stop driving that hot rod Lincoln"
Have you heard the story of the hot rod race
thinking
That my dreams
Can take me far
I don't want no lincoln's
I don't want expensive cars
I just wanna heal my scars
I just wanna reach the stars
It's
I'm always wrong I'm never right tell that shit goodbye
If we stayed together then one of us would definitely die
Suicide or an overdose I don't know
out to my nigga Nino and The Trigg Posse (you know what's up, what's up?)
Break the law, nigga
Break the law, break the law, break the law, break
ya squad
Fuck ya thinkin, Firm niggas push Cadillac Jeeps,
Navigator Lincoln's
Global caught on my Motorola Mobile
Off the hook books like Barnes
die
Let's go where?
The 305
Bitch where?
The 305
Walkin' like hoes down Lincoln road
Cuban boys beggin' for my throat
Let's do coke and party all night
to laugh, a time to cry
A time to live and a time to die
A time to break and a time to chill
To act civilized or act real ill
But whatever you do in your
And I'll tell you off the bat that it's gon' be tragic
As it is for them that's from where he from
Pat ended up public enemy number one
Even Lincoln's future
'You either die a hero or live long enough to become the enemy'
I swore that from something I've seen
When she spends half her time just quoting
They work us till they break our back
Beat us cos our skin is black
I guess I'll have to slave till the whip is in the grave
Yeah, when will we be
They work us till they break our back
Beat us cos our skin is black
I guess I'll have to slave till the whip is in the grave
Yeah, when will we be
the Lincoln like I'm driving a Benz (Skrrt, skrrt)
Smoking on that gas and we ain't smoking mid
Talkin' bout explorers
I'm the navigator (Uh huh)
You just
I got the Goose
I got the L rolled up fat like a Lincoln Log
I got the juice
Hunnid percent when I concentrate, ooh
Landalin' about to hit 'em with
Sammy Sosa'n it
Ain't no cork in a bat but I'm floatin' it
Jordan with the flu I got this bucket list
Bring it back and forth until you notice it
Lincoln
die on me Doc
Loc you gonna see coo"
And I'm like "yo 'cause nigga bacc up of me
Fool you're smutherin all my breathin room"
I'm takin short breathes
will trust"
Thousands die, on this day
"Execute it well, we risk everything
It's in God's hands now"
The rebel cannon break the silence
in my face and see I still ainʼt got no f_cks to give. I might not say a peep just know Iʼm peeping what it is. To live or die… it’s cut and dry… I
on living in
Debt I might die broke
Mama say Lincoln be careful one day you
Might try to sell your soul
Funny things niggas do for gold
I'm just tryna stay
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