Lyrics:
Blow the horn, and tap the tambourine.
Close the gap of the dark years in between
You and me, Cassidy.
Quick beats in an icy heart, catch colt draws
the tambourine
Close the gap of the dark years in between
You and me cassidy
Quick beats in an icy heart
Catch-colt draws a coffin cart
There he goes now, here
Someone is fillin' their sack
In a completry? Black
Who colt the game
A you colt the game
Why you play the bad card
Now we catch you off guard
Natty
And I go buzz buzz all around your hive
And that's just 'cause I was born to die
And it's with much love that I say goodbye
I solve the catch 22 with
If the ops come outside, they better pray that we don't catch 'em
A Colt 45, that's enough to touch a stretcher
I ain't one to fuck with
Every day I
In Peace” testing my restin’ piece.
Recipe for mula? Chop bricks in boatloads.
Hop fences and watch hits from popo.
If they catch us, keep the gat
I'm a colt in your stable
I'm what Cain was to Abel
Mister catch me if you can
I'm going down in a blaze of glory
Take me now but know the truth
I'm the slickest out the litter
Raw,hard,and robbing
I know I'm looking like money
I gotta keep my eyes open
I know you Jack boys scoping
Like the colt
I'm a colt in your stable
I'm what Cain was to Abel
Mister catch me if you can
I'm going down in a blaze of glory
Take me now but know the truth
big hands and a heart pumping blood
and a 1967 colt .45 with a busted safety catch
the world shines as i cross the macon county line
going to georgia
Colt
Hired assassins weh inna blood sport
Turn it up a notch and take it to a higher volt (well)
Ah murder she wrote
Kick you like di bullet from
get so quiet you can hear a motherfuckin' dog whistle when I walk by
Colt Seavers on a mule, stuntin' on that ass like the fuckin' Fall Guy
I don't
icicles
Now who wanna test Tical then touch Tical
All up in your motherfuckin' mouth
Head banger boogie
Catch me on tour with Al Doogie
Method Man roll
icicles
Now who wanna test Tical then touch Tical
All up in your motherfuckin' mouth
Head banger boogie
Catch me on tour with Al Doogie
Method Man roll
two big hands
And a heart pumping blood
And a 1967 Colt .45
With a busted safety catch.
The world shines
As I cross the Macon county line,
Going
hand around the throat
Reach for my colt but on another note
I gotta shake the spot, they just called the cops, hmm
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
I
zone, rollin' up a zone, I drop you like a song
Damn, I'm goin' to hell, man
Every nigga disrespect me catch a shell, man
Every nigga disrespect me
two big hands
And a heart pumping blood
And a 1967 Colt .45
With a busted safety catch
The world shines
As I cross the Macon county line
Going
curse in Spanish and a Cajun eyes the weather
There's black mud on the belly of the yellow colt I ride
Never thought I'd catch myself so calm out in
smoking camel straights
The sky off to the east got grey
And he rolled off in a cloud of dust
And the grey colt nickered at the gate, she said,
you'll get greeted
By the 380 colt mustang in my pocket
I had a few drinks already, don't make me cock it
Cause if I have to cock it, well then it's
lay down a couple green bucks
Get you cleaned up
Non-Pulp Fiction, Colt 4-fifth and
Young niggas that blasphemy, blast for me
No religion
Yo, I'mma
next to me
The latest coupe, way too fast, you can't get next to me
And I want the smoke, for real
These 40's, I tote, for real
.45, no colt
Nigga
Hey there, it’s been a while since we talked,
but I heard a song that reminded me of you.
Thought we could catch up or maybe hang out real soon
I
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