Lyrics:
(Naughty B, Naughty B)
Ladies hands up
Puerto Rican & Elroy Jetson
Yeah (Young LA) Yeah
Come on!
Shawty gone and hop in my ride
I'm talking bout
Elroy was an old man
And I was only thirteen
But he was my best friend
And he could make a guitar sing
On hot summer evenings
I'd play along
They call me elroy jetson
Back then we was just stressing
Nowadays we get them checks in
Can’t wait to pull up in that wraith
Then take yo hoe outta
on my feet
Uhh, cops Elroy's po-po's wanna glock me
Chops, Elroy's ran up in my car
I hope none of y'all ain't in there crackin on the Presedential
Under
My bitch a freak and I'm Uncle Elroy (Uncle Elroy)
She say my dick long like a horse
She ate my meat with no fork (no fork)
I wave a hand, them
Yours Posse does not get the Gas Face
But P W Botha gets a Gas Face
? Dante Ross gets the Gas Face
Yo stop dissin Dante on records y'all!
Elroy
Homie gone slide
Home gone slide
Home gone slide
Home gone slide
Homie gone slide with that Mack yeah Boi
Keep my gun on me like Uncle Elroy
Strapped
I'm a ramblin' man, ridin' free in American land
With my trusty Steed Elroy and a bottle of Beam
Old Jim's bourbon'll get you tipsy
I'm a ramblin'
to the scanner, scared man
Can't win, especially when a nigga packin''
Fetti stackin'', mashin', flashin'
I'm flashin', the Elroy's pulled me over
And put
Pull up the trunk is not in the rear
Designer me down feelin like Elroy
These niggas act tough but we know dat they frail
Got some niggas doin time up
insurance, SR-22
A sack of broccoli and a bunch of bottles, I'm grounded
Fuck around and got my vehicle impounded
Shit beotch, fuck, Elroy's roughed me up
(Where you at?) She said I'm layin' on the flo'
She said the El-roys there, they done kicked in my do'
For those that don't know, kinda slow, need to be
like them action films
Watch me no cost to pay off my speeding tickets and fines
Giving myself up to the Elroy's
Doing time on the weekends, all up in
would never happen
My clever rappin keeps my celery growing
Judy Jetson up in Elroy's thought he was home
With the Gold Bond Armor-All fatigues on
Rosey
that it would never happen
Thought that it would never happen
My clever rappin' keeps my celery growing
Judy Jetson up in Elroy's thought he was home
glockenspiel
The pain's constant lately
Fuck her but I'm aching
She told me I'm handsome
Like I'm Elroy?
She told me fuck your drugs
(Dead-Dead-Dead) You
Haaan, yeaah
Haan
Mmm
Mmmmmm
Uhhhh
Mmmmmm
Haannn
Haannnnn
Ummm
Elroy
Jetson
GG, Haaannn
Haan
What up teef, aangenaam Elroy
Jetson fly, zie ik zweef
glockenspiel
The pains constant lately,
Fucked her but I'm aching
She told me I'm handsome
Like I'm Elroy?
She told me fuck your drugs
You a deadboy
She told me
trumpet horn
Play some notes yeah maybe play some more
Got this thing from Elroy's thrift exchange
Some keys stick and others sound real strange
Ayeee
Elroy get chased like I’m day day
I love all my fans
But they don’t understand
I can’t lift em up
Ain’t got enough hands
No you seen that size 12
destroy
I could never ever take an L boy
Rocking leopard print Uncle Elroy
Looking at me like what's that smell
Smoking on muthafuckin kill
I ain't even
bend
Have you ever had to pretend
Its all for me
Its not me
Its all on me
Its not me
Its all
Hey Elroy its a brand new day
Forget about what those
and looks like he might cry
Elroy's shufflin' cards again with mischief in his eye
We're tradin' spurs and wild rags and stories from the funhouse
will den Erfolg und ich will ihn schnell
Boy ich bin nicht von dieser Welt, Elroy
Elroy Jetson, weil ich jetzt im All lebe
Meine neuen Tracks sind auf
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