Lyrics:
Down on Cyprus Avenue
With a childlike vision leaping into view
Clicking and clacking of the high heeled shoe
Ford and Fitzroy, and Madame George
Down on Cyprus Avenue
With a childlike vision leaping into view
Clicking and clacking of the high heeled shoe
Ford and Fitzroy, and Madame George
Down on Cyprus Avenue
With a childlike vision leaping into view
Clicking and clacking of the high heeled shoe
Ford and Fitzroy, and Madame George
I grew up in North Alabama, back in the 1970's,
When dinosaurs still roamed the earth Speaking
Of course of the Three Great Alabama Icons
George
born
And tell your friends stay the hell out of my lawn
Chicken George became dead George stealin' chickens from my farm
Damn, another dead pigeon
If
but I'm man in yellow hat
Curious George is my dawg, we in the trap
Come wit me, I'll show you money in the back
Write your rhymes, yeah boy it's time
down on cyprus avenue
with a child-like vision leaping into view.
the clicking clacking of the high-heeled shoes,
ford and fitzroy; madam george
of a sea of white kids bent on supermanning that hoe
pretty soon you're buying fitted hats and high tops
pretending that you're black enough and rapping
Igrew up in north alabama back in the 1970s
When dinosaurs still roamed the earth.
Speaking, of course, of the three great alabama icons:
George
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
queen Regina George
Don't make me hate you
Don't be my enemy
The boss is on high heels
Fire you, but first lemme take a selfie
Work is have fun
Under
George Bush the button
Front of all you in your car lift up your hood nigga run it
Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it
Your boy got
George Bush the button
Front of all you in your car lift up your hood nigga run it
Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it
Your boy got
offener Straße erschießt, Fuck
George Floyd in Minnesota, die Police
Hat ihn mit dem Knie im Nacken
Umgebracht – Rest in Peace, ey
Es liegt mir schwer im
That's why I laugh
It's adult to adult now, like if I sent that message to any other adult
Get me high
High
High
I won't let you stay
I won't let you stay
Can't, won't look back and press rewind
Because life ain't easy ask George and Weezy
Moving on up it was nice and breezy
Three's company with my man Jack
mind when Pete Davidson started fuckin' Kim (crazy)
He be dressin' dusty now, he don't even look rich
He been lookin' stressed since that white boy
(okay)
I just be playin' gallery flares, feel like Camp Lo (this is NY)
Hat low, I'm high though, my mind in is a spiral
They ask me if I'm sure, I say,
on the road
Buildin' up momentum, whilst spittin' deadly venom
Takin' pictures for High Times, me, Muggs and Sen
Chillin' with the Beastie Boys, smokin' lots
that old Cadillac
Seats leaning back i'm a grown man
I've been known to handle my business
And plus I'm high and hungry
I think I want chicken
shit was so trash
Speaking of albums my shit was a classic I got em like what he on next
When I drop all them niggas that slept on ya boy finna act
down on my name
Boy that's really a shame
I gotta call up the gang
Cut, cut, cut, cut
Soda out my diet
Lookin good and never lying
No I never get high
wack, matter fact
It's like a cat from Mexico
That trap all kinda yay
(Kanye) wearin' a MAGA hat
A holy shirt and a pair
Of Yeezy's tryna swagger jack
You
birthday
Made sure my shirt straight, on my best behavior in the workplace
Like Ritalin addicted kids in a church play
I ain't a savior
Boy you can't pray
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