Lyrics:
Games People Play
Sittin' on a garbage can, rhymin' to my man
Talkin' bout big money and future plans
I always told the brothers, if I got a contract
Farming is the first job giving onto mankind, by the most high
Fhiyahshua sending a encouragement out!
Food, the farmer man plant it.
Farmer woman,
dreads locks
Real Nigga with loafers on with nappy dreads locks
How the hell I didn't see this happening when it all begin
How the hell the people who dont
taxes on the pig sty
Farmer jack sends the police right to their door to evict em all
Big and small
They don't own anything
And farmer jack owns the tire
I got horses in my car just like a farmer
Yeehaw
Yeehaw, finna pick up your daughter
Yeehaw
Yeah
Gren8 beats
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I got horses
and the millimeter
I'm a do or die ol' playa for my people
Follow a leader I'm my brotha's keeper, for real
I'ma have me a big nice Caddy
House on the hill for my ma'
alarms and the millimeter
I'm a do or die ol' playa for my people
Follow a leader I'm my brotha's keeper, for real
I'ma have me a big nice Caddy
and Glyphosate sprayed back to back
Fuck the FDA and all the people that got their back
Send love to our farmers no matter if they're large or small
We love every
Party time
Okay, party people in the house
Ooh, party, ah, party
Ooh, party, ah, party
Ooh, party, ah, party
Ooh, party, ah, party
I was
over
Chrous: by Caution Buzzin
Party people yow a party time
Party time show me your party sign
Party Gal give me a party wine
Party time me say
Medotoo nornyi wo kporm
Medotoo party ny3 kporm
Norji doko meokporg3
Medotoo party ny3 kporm
Minor ji doko meokporg3
Medotoo party ny3 kporm
Make who
party, party
Never gonna stop this party, party
Go Big Red, go Big Red
poverty everywhere.
Many people went to other villages in search of living.
But this poor farmer,
didn't want to leave the land where is the ancestors
freedom to go about saving the earth and the ozone, we should start by paying all those dirt-poor coca farmers in South America and out-of-work loggers in
I'm poppin' your thang til the party people swing
Cause I'm a little rough neck
Tiffy-tiffy tough neck
Cause what gettin' 'nough respect
And all
government of the people, by the people and for the people
Shall not perish from the Earth."
Abraham Lincoln said that on November 19, 1863 at Gettysburg,
Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled (word)
Get your ass up, and let's get ill
That's right, y'all, we more than rough, we callin'
motivated by the funky groove
You can see me and Earl chillin' on the block
With my box cold kickin' with the gangster rock
See people can't stop me,
survive without my radio
Terrorising my neighbours with the heavy bass
I keep the suckas in fear by the look on my face
My radio's bad from the Boulevard
This is the part where I'm supposed to say something poetic
Fuck that
Imma be honest
War was declared specifically on black people
African people
chest, nappy chin
Never seen with a happy grin
Show the fat foul cause I'm down
Take a look around
And all you see is big black boots steppin'
Use my
the twenties
This Nappy Roots and Twista, if it ain't dope then don't call it country
[Jazze Pha]
Them country boys on the rise!
With them big fat wheels
I'm poppin' your thang til the party people swing
Cause I'm a little rough neck
Tiffy-tiffy tough neck
Cause what gettin' 'nough respect
And all
motivated by the funky groove
You can see me and Earl chillin' on the block
With my box cold kickin' with the gangster rock
See people can't stop me,
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