Lyrics:
So pack up your dishes
And those vanilla wafers
And get the heck out of dodge
While you're still half alive
Through the Ohio snow
And the Indiana
thank you's
Shoutout my dawg DJ, what up, brother?
Love you, bro.
Thank you for all the...this nigga Clark talkin' smack!
Shoutout my brother Eddie, what
ranger
And if I don't got it with me on DECK
Your gettin CUT like a
Las Vegas' card player
And I ain't playing with you at all bitch
I ain't a dog trainer
get off this L.A. freeway
Without getting killed or caught
Pack up all your dishes
Make note of all good wishes
Say goodbye to the landlord for me
Pack up all your dishes
Make note of all good wishes
Say goodbye to the landlord for me
That sum-bitch has always bored me
Throw out them
you feel like a wimp
Talkin' 'bout what you was buildin' and shit
Got you all up in your feelings and shit
Problem is, she addicted to the real nigga
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
Pack up all your dishes.
Make note of all good wishes.
Say goodbye to the landlord for me.
That son of a bitch has always bored me.
Throw
the remaining band members
Including Hayley we want to thank you guys
For all of your love
And support over the past 7 years it’s been
An honor creating
Prince of Persia up in Dubai
Fuckin' bitches in my new ride
Diamonds colder than a breezeway
It's a blessing no gazuntai
Doin' donuts on the freeway
Pack up all your dishes
Make note of all good wishes
And say goodbye to the landlord for me
That son of bitch has always bored me
Throw out them L.A
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
go under
Had Intruders in our house so now we sit here and we mumble
Got crumble up in our dishes, c'est la vie that's how we living
Too many snakes
go under
Had Intruders in our house so now we sit here and we mumble
Got crumble up in our dishes, c'est la vie that's how we living
Too many snakes
send you a pack
My guys is gerlims off a pills you can tell how they act
We got all sizes on them blickys you could meet your match
She get outta line im
a checkered double-knit suit drove up in a large El Dorado Cadillac, leased from BOB SPREEN...
("Where the freeways meet in Downey!")
...And he laid
match me
Yo bankroll on small like some ant feet
I only add shit up that's a increase
Nigga you a hoe that's on me
Sleazo all alone that's a one man army
of beans
Rippin' bongs in peace then where the fuck are your couches at?
You say you smoke that loud pack daily where are y'all ounces at?
Actin' like you
maintain
150 on the freeway young nigga run up the digits its easy
Feelin like LBJ bitch I'm goat in my city no debate
Cop a foreign and I speed race run in
headed that away
You're moving out today
Pack up your fork and spoon
But leave my Lorna Doones
Your map of Mozambique
Your water bed that leaks
La la la
another page
Never thinking we'd ever grow up
Buckaroos and jaded lovers
L.A. freeway and redneck mother
Mothers who had raised a son so well
Talking
Sleeping on the stage
Just turn another page
Never thinking we'd ever grow up
Buckaroos and jaded lovers
L.A. freeway and redneck mother
Mothers who
Or else we'll all wind up in a big ol' spat
And I said hush your mouth nobody's gonna mind
If I pack my lip and ignore the sign
'Cause a little dip
Pack up all the dishes
Make a note of all good wishes
Say goodbye to the landlord for me
Aw you know he always bored me
And throw out all those
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