Lyrics:
Yellow ships
we shake rattle an roll through centuries
big eyes a small engine pushing us through summer breeze
you said there isn't any time for
moments and I want them with you
Want them with you
She is the Sun that shines over me
A glow so bright and yellow
She is the moon that rattles the sea
on the pretty colourful street? Lots of different animals, they are very, very sweet!
1. One hungry crocodile lives in the red house, rattle, rattle, rattle
at the rainbow
In my hand
Yellow, green, blue
Then pop a xan
He looking at the rainbow
In my hand
Yellow, green, blue
Then pop a xan
So high feel like
A martian
on it, what?
She asked to swallow it, what?
Like from a bottle, bitch
Gobble thick model chick
Bobbing this rattle spit-up
She like it tall in her gut
She
the ride goodbye hoe shit
Rattle rattle come and snatch the cattle
Battle battle done with that shit go run back and tattle
Matter fact I don't react, head
your hear me and
Siberian's no better than Nigerian
I bring a rattle to a battle that you see me in
I'm no villain so why would I be killin' Indians
less bad
I hate yellow now
I saw your color change
The rattle shake against your breath
Kiss your head and wonder how this
Is palliative
It's
the block again
We be turnt with my brothers takin shots again
Pinky ring, pinky blind, pinky shinin
Ice cold yellow chain purple diamonds
Pinky ring, pinky
HAG ME:
I cut my ceilin', motor and pale.
I only know the ceilin' mouth.
I make myself, yellow the sound.
That am a leg sprung under.
Give me
the ceilin' mouth.
I make myself, yellow the sound.
That am a leg sprung under.
Give me a gravity, your right left leg.
Holdin' my hate against me you.
the data
I listen up for the snakes or the baby rattle
I play the shadows, don't play no games, I straight get at 'em
I'm on the chronic all day like it's
Coming down the 'vard
Acting hard, not fraud
Coming through, Poyo gotta yellow broad
Automatic ho, gotta yella ho
Coming through the boulevard, cash, rock,
Coming down the 'vard
Acting hard, not fraud
Coming through, Poyo gotta yellow broad
Automatic ho, gotta yella ho
Coming through the boulevard, cash, rock,
and the dogs and the snakes that they rattle
For you to go somewhere that maybe you shouldn't
My life seems to be filled with couldn'ts and wouldn'ts
Yeah, yeah
just the warm up
The snakes they gotta rattle
In my boat I steady paddle
Out the trenches
I see the 411
I spit that fire
Please call 911
I'm still that
want the Cadillac, cherry my rose and I want the mink
I want the diamondback rattle, my baby I want a wink
I think off
Grey Poupon yellow my drink and I
Moonlight streaks across a picture of a Marilyn Monroe
While the corn stocks rattle outside her bedroom window
A strong Nebraska wind laying those
Eastside style with a westside smile
I'm gonna push away the palisades
Woah that's different but it's cool
Different, hear the timbre
Rattle
magazines
Change the whole atmosphere of the club, them rattle thangs
I'm like y'all, pump sweatin out my triple beams
Shirt's off, one on one up in
shit creek without a motherfucking paddle
Rattle that brain, I'm not that same ol' plain Jane
Roll on you like a boulder, you're nothing more than
A rattle in the old man's sack, look at mountain top, keep climbing up
Way above us the desert snow, white wind blow
I hold the line, the line
A rattle in the old man's sack, look at mountain top, keep climbing up
Way above us the desert snow, white wind blow
I hold the line, the line
Those wheels are yellow, the upholstery's brown, the dashboard's genuine leather.
With nice bright curtains that can roll right down in case there's
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