Lyrics:
I sit and stay, trapped like I'm a quarter
Wait for 50 cent help and I rub those coins together
Watching while those Washington's kiss their metal
I'm from the Show-Me State, show me seven I'll show you eight
Carats in one ring, heavily starched jeans
Representin St. Louis everytime I breathe
In
Epic rap battles of history!
George Washington!
Vs!
William Wallace!
Begin!
There's a difference between you and me, Willy
I fought 'till I was
can from an acre of trees. And instead of chopping down all the redwoods in Humboldt County and turning Northern California, Oregon and Washington
get this feeling I’m running around this one horse town just left me waiting now I’m sitting here with nothing to do its quarter to two with a worried
the windows rolled down
Like 20 on my neck, feel like the king
No crown i be Prada down enough and all
My year be low down red horse, red stripes
Red porshe,
with hate
Marched his boots to Washington, said this war's gotta end
That's when they bombed Cambodia, Kent State became the trend
That's when they
The pride of Mount Vernon
Here comes the general
George Washington
We are outgunned (what?)
Outmanned (what?)
Outnumbered
Outplanned (buck,
over?
Then Tell your girlfriends to move over
Member we could fuck and no one watching us?
Now they quick to throw us all these Washingtons, yeah
I know
heard me dirty
I'm from the show-me state, show me seven i'll show you eight
Karats in one bling, heavily starched jeans
Representin st. louis
Her dad bred quarter horses that would never win
Her mother left them when she wasn't even ten
He sold their place and then
They got by following
rhyme
Now if his momma is a quarter, daughter must be a dime
I gotta meet her, don't take no shorts, I don't use abbrevi-
-ation, I don't even play
rhyme
Now if his momma is a quarter, daughter must be a dime
I gotta meet her, don't take no shorts, I don't use abbrevi-
-ation, I don't even play
the tailgate
Need some more space take your wages two states away
Cheap 200 acre odd lot dirt road old truck near Nevada BLM land
Quarter horses on the cliff
murder
And uh, passing it along to the detectives
So anyway, um, strange, oh shit
In a quarter of a mile, please keep to the left
and follow Route 440
I said I'm Still That Kid with the fitted
That's the one Paniz gave me
Rockin' Washington Wizards
Hittin' home like a blizzard
Still That Kid with
My mouth taste Versace
We slip in the dark
That magic that sloppy
That good with a spark
Good evening new rubber
Keep baby on horse
Put Continentals
we came
From cutting classes, wearing glasses, couldn't see
Cuz I had no frames to maintain the state of calm as a weapon
Dog sent me the beat so you
the fire with the bellows
We're all traitors now, might die up in the gallows
United fates, unite the deathly hallows
United States, if we fight em freedom
gerrymandering
Renaming the Washington Monument and Jefferson Memorial, as they both owned slaves
Tic tac toe, sugary soft drinks, Charlie horses and statewide
I'll miss the Quarter, the Magnolias and the Ponchartrain
And the French Market on a Saturday
I'll miss the feel of this place
I'll miss
Unique?
For screeching and yelling and various offenses, lower the queen and
Bend her over the
Tub, against the state, the country, the committee, hold
and yelling and various offenses, lower the queen and bend her over the tub, against the state, the country, the committee, hold her head under the water please
glue, it's nothin' like you
Uh (get 'em)
Addicted to the game, half a milli' for the chain
Quarter-milli' for the bracelet (ah), schemin' out
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