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There must be some place, for old wore out cowboys
Broken down pickers, and dreamers like me
Where the cue sticks are straight, and the beer's always

barroom
Just off the boat from some foreign land
The local punks called him Dumb Ass Frenchie
Until he held the cue stick in his hand
Ran the table, no

balls empty

He is looking for his balls to enter the hole
He's like to get rid of them

Tonight I'll show you my big cue stick
I know that you want

should be talkin' pool
'Cause I got scratch, so my pockets full when I'm takin' shots at you
Fuck it, lemme chalk the cue stick
I'm over the top, like

Small guy in a big world
Big dreams to uncurl, uh-huh
Eight-ball and a cue stick
Chalk up, get another drink, mm-hmm
 
I wanna love and love right

on the cost
We all go out to find ourselves
But most of us get lost

Cue sticks and flystrips
And cracks on the wall
Ash trays and matchsticks
And a smelly old

Say What's Real

Drake

So Far Gone

2009

for you to know
And I don't have the heart to give these bitch niggas the cue to go
So they stick around kicking out feedback
And I entertain it

under the sun,
Making memories, everyone
Water's so clear, it's a sparkling blue,
Pool Table is set up, and the balls are too,
Cue sticks ready, let's

unreal
I know that we can ignite
Pull up and change all the lights
And i'll never make a move without you
You've been giving me all the right cues
Stick

and laughed as we walked in
Their cue sticks are drawn and the bouncers are gone

We're the Band, We're the Band
We're the troubadours of the ages
We're

full of people but I feel like shit
I'm the shit like I say in my music
8ball men I'm good with the cue stick

Just to show em we on
Rock designer shoes

talkin' and moonwalkin'
The same lil' niggas, small pond but a pool shark (whoa, shit, whoa, shit, whoa, shit)
I aim big stick, knock chalk off cue balls

their dropping something for the cubical. 



I drop exclusives. My music's on point just like a cue stick.
Come like I lose it over these beats, move so

I'm playing with a cue-stick
Bumps of the 8 ball take another two hits 
CD case I ain't playing no music 
Who needs tunes when I only tune into 
Sound

the cue stick
On top of Pool they pull up thinking he pussy
I let it be kn own I don't care what you say
I could give a fuck
In my face like "What you say

Can't ride my wave not this cruise ship 
If you haven't heard of me get some cue tips 
I never miss aim my cue stick 
Go eat a dick here's a tooth

they should die to die
Or live alone
The cold night air inhaled by us both
Moon is rising high like sticks to a cue
Tell me more about what I need to do

I Call Him Mad

Paris

The Devil Made Me Do It

1990

[Paris]
Rougher than a rusty razor, he'll amaze ya
Mixin dope tricks that stick like Frasier
Cue the wheels of spin then begins to blend
Scarface in

over, the kid took his shot after jotting the cue stick
I'm just shrugging off the punches that are given to me
Got into it deep
All the snakes are

just keep grooving
Back to the wall, I'm back to the music
I was riding trends, now I'm on some new shit
Aiming down the shot, I'm chalking my cue stick

neck
Out the loop like a necklace
Let me fit you in
Like yo girl at my crib bitch
I don't give a shit
Life is pool
Grab my cue stick
Line it up
I'm

with a cruel twist
Scoring 8 balls with a cue stick
Never been in favour of some loose lips
Better talk in laymans
For these pagans
That be tuned in

quick
Don't be fucking with that 8 ball and you don't got no cue stick
They just trying to make wave like a cruise ship
You just gotta watch your steps

never stick when i move 
Cue how i do
Que how do got the juice

Brooklyn boy and im stuntin' like my poppa
Stepping on these niggas like a bunch