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slipping then they're bringing jakes to your yard continue on your journey stick with your path, don't get side tracked by the signs that you pass think I
I heard about your reputation You're into breaking girls' hearts You want some Player is the gamin' That keeps them chickens in the yard Shame
Yo, this the old flow, man's bringing it back (The Elements) Pass the soda, let me turn it to crack (AOD) This the old flow, man's bringing it
as Bailey drives it deep into Washingtons territory. King catches it comfortably and begins his return, but he is swamped and brought down at the 15-yard
plane, Lord, well it was bringing me down. Yeah, I had to get out of Texas, baby, Lord, it was bringing me down. I been all around the world, But Port
complaining that your back is aching Shaking and faking while I'm bringing home the bacon Well you're mistaken It's not going that far I make brothers like you
twenty yards of fence to rebuild I started bringing the heavy, wet logs into the back area Into what I referred to as the Dungeon Area, two or so
bringing the seed back The sneakers that I can't pronounce, that cost a G stack Niggas in the yard, got this on repeat, black Fuck saving hip hop, we
You need to stop bringing your female friends around me, and know that I'ma like 'em Give that bitch my number, tell that hoe to call me and hit me
Cellar door here gone bang em, bang em Gone bang em, bang em Cellar door here gone bang em, bang em Gone bang em, bang em UA bringing higher shit
Cellar door here gone bang 'em, bang 'em Gone bang 'em, bang 'em Cellar door here gone bang 'em, bang 'em Gone bang 'em, bang 'em UA bringing higher
is aching Shaking and faking while I'm bringing home the bacon (Yo-Yo) Well you're mistaken It's not going that far I make brothers like
door Don't even call me on my phone Your sweet little everything Ain't so sweet anymore I know it kills you to believe You're bringing out the worst in
colors Bringing MC's punishment, then I'm done with it The meter leave way on the fast break, I run with it It was not a hobby, but a childhood passion
resonate, energy that shifts in colors Bringing MCs punishment, then I'm done with it The meter leave way on the fast break, I run with it It was not a hobby
the type of nigga that pop up When niggas rolling that kush, huh Got mine growing like grapevines In the back yard, come look, bruh I pull up, hop out,
stained lips and lawn darts in the yard and the richest guy in town drives his new lincoln drunk on the old dusty streets balancing a snifter of gin
and his game is tight Shit, you fuck around lose yo woman You know what I'm sayin'? If yo game ain't tight Quit bringing yo woman to these motherfucking
humble, nigga, this year we heartless So, any nigga that want static Come meet us outside in the Yard, bitch! [Layzie Bone] It's a hell of a job,
Tunechi on her titties To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me Hey Wayne wait man, these niggas ain't true Julio on the yard, these niggas
was what he was bringing. But still the government thought Willie was a threat, So they picked on Old Willie and put him in serious debt. Took his house
I'ma show it off Better recognize game, lets roll, lets roll Yeah, now let me welcome you to my small town Big trucks in the yard, big bucks
I'ma show it off Better recognize game, lets roll, lets roll Yeah, now let me welcome you to my small town Big trucks in the yard, big bucks
Tunechi on her titties To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me Hey Wayne wait man, these niggas ain't true Julio on the yard, these niggas
