Lyrics:
[Intro]
Eh, yo, yo yo
This is Ying Yang Twins with a ghetto public service announcment (uh oh)
Red light (ohh), red light (ohh, ohh)
Stay by
Get on the train you smelly Jew you too you dirty Gypsi get on
Taking yall back to 1944
My skin turned red from too many bedbug rashes set
You look so cute, cute, cute, cute
Little red caboose behind the train
Speeding by so fast, fast, fast, fast
Always the last, last, last, last
Yeah I played the Red River Valley
He'd sit in the kitchen and cry
Run the fingers through seventy years of livin'
Wonder, if every well he'd
Yeah I played the Red River Valley
He'd sit in the kitchen and cry
Run the fingers through seventy years of livin'
"Wonder, if every well he'd
You look so cute, cute, cute, cute
Little red caboose behind the train
Speeding by so fast, fast, fast, fast
Always the last, last, last, last
to flick it for Instagram pictures
I'm drunk so my eyes all red in the pictures
I'm outta place, bozo face in the pictures
Spread love, crew love, shit,
I'd play the Red River Valley
And he'd sit out in the kitchen and cry
And run his fingers through seventy years of livin'
And wonder, "Lord, has
You look so cute, cute, cute, cute
Little red caboose behind the train
Speeding by so fast, fast, fast, fast
Always the last, last, last, last
You look so cute, cute, cute, cute
Little red caboose behind the train
Speeding by so fast, fast, fast, fast
Always the last, last, last, last
Yeah I played the Red River Valley
He'd sit in the kitchen and cry
Run the fingers through seventy years of livin'
Wonder, if every well he'd
I'd play the Red River Valley
And he'd sit out in the kitchen and cry
And run his fingers through seventy years of livin'
And wonder, "Lord, has
Yeah I played the Red River Valley
He'd sit in the kitchen and cry
Run the fingers through seventy years of livin'
Wonder, if every well he'd
(Man, I was so drunk last night...
I was drinking shots off this fine, young'
Muthafucka, that was me)
I'm gone, but I (you gone, playa)
I
I'd sing the Red River Valley
And he'd sit in the kitchen and cry
Run his fingers through seventy years of livin'
Wonder Lord has every well I
If you ain't reggae for it, funk out
No-one knocking at your door, funk out
Overpowered by funk, funk out
It's combatative, repetitive
Don't life
I'd sing the Red River Valley
And he'd sit in the kitchen and cry
Run his fingers through seventy years of livin'
Wonder Lord has every well I
And I'd play the Red River Valley
And he'd sit in the kitchen and cry
And run his fingers through seventy years of livin'
And wonder, "Lord, has
And I'd play the Red River Valley
And he'd sit in the kitchen and cry
And run his fingers through seventy years of livin'
And wonder, "Lord, has
Fuck it up
Cuz I fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck with me
Must be drunk
Tell a Bitch please hit me when I’m up
Fuck it up
Cuz I fuck it up
Fuck
I'd play the Red River Valley
And he'd sit out in the kitchen and cry
And run his fingers through seventy years of livin'
And wonder, "Lord, has
I'd play the red river valley
He'd sit in the kitchen and cry
Run his fingers through 70 years of living
And wonder, Lord has every well I've
Guy Clark
I played the Red River Valley
He'd sit in the kitchen and cry
Run his fingers through seventy years of livin'
"I wonder, Lord, has
Punch drunk picking on the residents
Old mug born to be degenerate
Swollen nose dirty chops
Pissed your pants dropped him by the cops
Punch drunk
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