Lyrics:
going 'round they brought back
Four new groupies and a St. Bernard
We're peaceful and abiding cats some call Gypsies
Some call brats but bare feet don't
St bernard nigga
This 4 my hood nigga
This for my hood niggas
You already know stand the fuckup
Jummoville. St. Dennis. Milton. Gibson
All these
Going for a hike
With my St. Bernard Klondike
The old familiar sights
Have disappeared into the night
Thought I had a sense of direction
Thought I
All facts
Ladadada
Made my heart bad
Made my heart bad
I did some dirt
I did some dirt
On St Bernard Ave
All facts
All facts
I kept giving out my
. Bernards,
cnd a Poodle in a doghouse.
On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,
Three Cocker Spaniels,
Two St. Bernards,
cnd a Poodle in
So she knew me as St. Bernard
Which had charm, class and wit
But these things never last for long, unlike
Play dead, roll over, sit
With time the bond
a week
Keep alive, old St. Bernard
Try to keep kicking around
Oh, and there's no telling the places we'll go
You keep rolling the dice
Remind me to mess
it's out of my hands now
It's out of my hands now
I know you'd like to be the St. Bernard
Who rushes to the rescue
When there's an avalanche
But
There's a little old man in his little blue pickup truck
His St. Bernard beside him in the seat
He's well on his way, this afternoon,
Ran up at Chemical
The bank robbers in our routine is like St. Bernards swimmin'
Everybody hit the floor, guys and women
Kids rush for the door
Keep
They take a dick, anywhere your dick can go
But look, it ain't nothin' like my bitch out the St. Bernard
A gangsta broad, get Wacko gangsta hard
She
They take a dick, anywhere your dick can go
But look, it ain't nothin' like my bitch out the St. Bernard
A gangsta broad, get Wacko gangsta hard
She
the St. Bernard
A gangsta broad, get Wacko Gangsta hard
She said we might could run a train if I pursue my G
If not I got it poppin' off on Music Street
I've got
This brandy and my St. Bernard
Maybe frostbite's not too bad,
'Cause when I look at what I have
There's nothing really left for me to
Hold in
on
They all movin' targets, Allah
Runnin' through your house and
Your block party, with rap shotty
And hot rock the body body, St bernards
Couldn't save
place to go, so nothing's changed
The more things stay the same, the more it doesn't matter
To a latter day, St. Bernard acting hard
But I throw down
pool said, 'kiss my ass'"
Niggas motherfuck it
I take the St Bernard project and gut it
And make it into one big crib
And when you pass in separate
particular place to go, so nothing's changed
The more things stay the same, the more it doesn't matter
To a latter day, St. Bernard acting hard
But I throw
fixed and some gold earrings
I asked just where she's headed, she said, "7th Ward"
Release the fine bitch out the St. Bernard
She hopped in the ride, I
bitch out the St. Bernard,
She hopped in the ride, I take the hoe to Popeye's,
Got a three piece white, cold drink, and small fries
The hoe got full, we
Player card
Himalaya, who the mayor, bitches St. Bernard - shit
Stuck in love, since you got doo-doo
Until I met Good Game and Pimp JuJu
Taught me how
It's hard in St. Bernard, there's tears in Algiers
If you're calling for New Orleans there's nobody here
So fix yourself a drink, pack your things
to the Three equally. Amen.
8th 9th Century attr. St Bernard of Clairvaux (1090-1153)
we're dancing the old St. Bernard's Waltz
Bonnie lassie, take my hand
cnd I will never let you fall
Gone, gone are the days
Of the wild, wild rover
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