Lyrics:
that mournful sound
Greensboro days, the leaves
are calico and brown, and
I am New York-bound
Greensboro days of endless summer
A northbound train
thousand crips with Calico's
And lord knows, we lust hoes
[Chorus]
I don't give a fuck if you white of black
If you bust your gat, I can relate to that
Aiyo Kiko, wrap his body, throw it near the rowdy
They calico's and shotties, wifey pack ya bag and grab the Mazzarati
(What happen boo?) Just take my
Or a red rose infront'a thousand crips with Calico's
And lord knows, we lust hoes
Chours: Black Child
I don't give a fuck if you white of black
If you
They circled the cabin
She stepped out to meet them
With a Winchester rifle
That'd kept them away
Twelve young apaches
On Calico ponies
Leader
thousand crips with Calico's
And lord knows, we lust hoes
I dont give a fuck if you white of black
If you bust your gat, I can relate to that
If you sell
we bounce from the jake's
Tryin to turn into key's, The ounces we take
I'm a lock men, Dimin, Rhymin godzilla
Wit the calico's cocked, You fuckin wit
drove to Calico, just to get the Calico I had to know,
Think we compatible, cuz every time I fuck with you, I disappear that shit magical,
And you so
Yeah,
I'm about to go off
Never gonna stop
I'm about to face off
This beat
You're gonna see
What CALICO can do
cause it was meant to be
I'm the real
clippety, clippety cloppin' along
There's a plug of chewy tobacky for a rancher in Corona
A guitar for a cowboy way out in Arizona
A dress of calico for
and get ya
Bet ya Biggie won't slip
I got the Calico with the Black Talons loaded in the clip
So I can rip through the ligaments
Put the fuckers in
There's a plug o' chaw tebaccer for the miner in Corona
A guitar for a cowboy way out in Arizona
A dress o' calico for the pretty Navajo
Get along, mule,
a patch o' turnip
Gotta jump down, spin around and weed a patch o'turnip
Gotta jump down, spin around and weed a patch a day
I saw a gal in calico,
She
got a credit card ho, a scam type ho
A fraud type ho like to snort that dope
A dick suckin' pro, a calico ho
A real solid bitch out Chicago
I got
and get ya
Bet ya Biggie won't slip
I got the Calico with the Black Talons loaded in the clip
So I can rip through the ligaments
Put the fuckers in
There's a plug o' chaw tebaccer for the miner in Corona
A guitar for a cowboy way out in Arizona
A dress o' calico for the pretty Navajo
Get along, mule,
a sassy seat
Or a painting slightly indiscreet
That is simply riveting,
Come to the supermarket and see Peking.
Well, If you want some calico
taps the jug
And the old man puts the rosen to the bow
You could hear Uncle Ben yellin' do-si-do
Swing that gal in the calico
Used to tote that Calico and serve like John McEnroe
Now I sell out all my shows
Used to sell out all my blow
That was back when we was coppin' dubs
of calico for a pretty Navajo
Get along, mule! Get along
Mule train!
Mule train!
Clippety cloppin' along the mountain chain
Soon they're gonna reach
of calico for a pretty Navajo
Get along, mule! Get along
Mule train!
Mule train!
Clippety cloppin' along the mountain chain
Soon they're gonna reach
Beneath the skirt of calico that she wore.
Oh what a joy fell on the honored guests
As each of them was drawn inside her dream,
And they laughed
Cosmic Charlie how do you do
Truckin' in style along the avenue
Dum de dum de do da lee do
Go on home your mama's calling you.
Calico Cal, ya
Scorpio Sphinx in a calico dress
Sara, Sara
You must forgive me my unworthiness
Now the beach is deserted except for some kelp
And a piece of an old
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