Lyrics:
someone had to play the fool
Hey, is that Lord Reading in the swimming pool
And now older and wiser
With a reunion organizer
No need to be a history
think I'll land, didn't fit it in my timeline
No landing gear, I ain't landing over here
Crash and burn before I steer. To the ground, it's to my rear
My truck bed, cargo light, is her spotlight in and out of the week
Just cranked the radio, slide the rear bags and let her go
Oh, I think it's in
on stage and shake your rear
Up 24-7, I'm with Dennis, been causing a menace, and I'm making the moves like 11
Count my money its down to the second, job was
va a afectar
Los míos disfrutan, no hablan de mas
Trago tras trago, me empiezo a marear
Me empiezo a marear
Me empiezo a ma-rear
Me empiezo a ma-rear
then
You gotta make a sacrifice
I love the way I'm living lavish life
I do it every night
Palm trees in my rear view (rear view)
Gotta basin of the see
and
Beware when I'm making hits with Premier and
Rolling to a spot near you, lyrics tear through
Chrome to your dome you better watch your rear view
Niggas
2Pac it Shakur!
Vision it clear, who's stopping a star?
You deep in the rear while I'm knocking it forward
Impressing the pair, but 3 get 'em a charm
You
2Pac it Shakur!
Vision it clear, who's stopping a star?
You deep in the rear while I'm knocking it forward
Impressing the pair/peer, but 3 get 'em
Jeans, khakis, chinos
Corduroys, cottons, cargos, yeah
When I put my pants on I come alive
They make me move, they make me jive
The ladies always
the rear door
Tunnel vision my peripheral is sharp tho
Bars by the cargo T.O.N.E-z que carajo
New York shun the blueprint to All Yall!
Love it Bronx I'm
I'm looking through these eyes I never saw before
When you live within your pride that's why the gods ignore
I'm sailing on a ship I needed cargo for
a swashbucklin' buccaneer
If you spot our Jolly Roger near
You'll see just what all landlubbers fear
We've sprung a leak! Struck from the rear!
Pick up your trusty
the settlers
Could make some money
Until that wasn't enough and so Africans were considered a new human cargo and that's when
It got ugly
I'm from a country
Among the cargo she laden down
And at London's Lloyd's
They insured those boys
Valued at fifteen thousand pounds
They steamed away
For Vahsel Bay
For
that you won't kiss a faggot
I got good dick with a white Porsche
you're still a douchebag in cargo shorts
Imma ride that rear with an angry force
With 800 pounds on 18 wheels
After 800 miles you know how it feels
To have your rear so numb you gotta poke it
To see if it's still there
Well it's
I got a whole lot of money just piling
Had to tell my chauffeur Watch the rear views
Closely while you driving
We ain’t bullet proof
Look at marlo,
away I barely
Had a place to go, and that's a life story
Sleeping in the cargo
Never look into the rears
Seem to be the bottle
People acting out of fear
Bentley, fuck nigga let me steer through
You can see the chunky ass grill in your rear view
Kings wear crowns nigga, yeah kings wear crowns
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