Lyrics:
Yea
Yea man
Dj chase
When I step up in the spot
I come are around (come around)
Getting to the money yea I'm in town (I'm in town)
Big big blue faces
home all over the place
He goes to sleep by falling down on his face
Sometimes known as the leader of the homeless
Sometimes drunk and he's always
Half Baked,
At the cabin by the Lake.
See the blue and white plates,
See the wood on the panel.
I may be Chanel Oat, Chilly O, Flannel Coat (??).
Blue Razz, Blue Razz, lemonade vape in the gob
Give us a toke toke, blowing smoke, baby girl bend it then bop
Ice cold, ice cold, sipping
Compilations
Compilations
Classic eighties countdown, one hit wonders too
Man that Counting Crows song has me feelin' kind of blue
Sold by MTV-jays, marketed
the moonlight
Drinks iced by the moonlight
Blue eyes glint in moonshine entertainment for the night
Last motherfuckin' chance to be present for the rest of ya
I've been dreaming, blue lagoon on my boat when I ride
Cause I know when I got this feeling
But I wake up, walk in the desert in solo
Bro, cause I
Was this in them trees
These are the things
They held me vision
Seein' more things
Me and DJ Paul
We got the hook off
We gon' stee
We gon' play
Ha ha
[Special K] One by one
[all three] The Treacherous Three crew, with master one
[Kool Moe Dee] I'm Kool Moe Dee y'all and I am so fresh
[all
blue
Got a broad in my 'lac, playing with her cat
I get her super wet - I call that a carpool
I move like a boss move
My name pull strings like I'm
Tryna
leaching
Chunk the duece
Ruthless as Tupac
In juice
I like to cop by the 2
My bitch bad
And got a bag
She my type
Kush her perfume
Too many blues
through
Now that I'm old, I'm feeling so blue
I'm feeling so blue, I'm feeling so blue
Blinded by you , I'm blinded by you
I'm thinking of you, I'm
and Desire? Ha
Yo, busta
Why don't you go get me something to eat
Then run by the DJ booth and tell him
To play that song that I like
Yeah, you know the one, by
Street to y'all street
If ya missed it, I stay consistant, we got heat
C-P-T style, O-G me style
The D-J, Q-U-I-K with no C style
In yo' town, don't
over Beethoven
And tell Tchaikovsky the news
I got a rockin' pneumonia
I need a shot of rhythm and blues
I think I got it off the writer
Sittin' down by
Well I'm a write a little letter gonna mail it to my local DJ
Yes it's a jumpin' little record I want my jockey to play
Roll over Beethoven I gotta
Outside the house Mr. Simpson announced
That Sally couldn't go to the meeting
He went on cleaning his blue Rolls Royce
And she ran inside weeping
witneesed a driveby?
Okay, make sure you have your camcorder ready
To witness the extracurricular activities on blacks by the police,
So you and your
my face
A fool could get his head split
A lot of doubters
Said it couldn't be done by me
them same suckers
Are now lookin' from under me
Wonder'n what
vas-y tiens ça
Dj Weedim, A.L.K, XV BarBar
Les marches de L'Empereur, épisode quatre
J'suis en Balmain et ceinture Versace
J'en place une à Bende, Jo'
y'a arriver)
C'lui qui va give up (qui va give up)
On deviendra l'danger (le danger le danger)
Ouais dj pull up (pull up)
Couplet Lowkidor
J'arrive
moneysign, moneysign
Moneysign, moneysign, moneysign
Moneysign, moneysign, moneysign
Moneysign, moneysign, moneysign
Thinking of you
Thinking of you
Lui$ too
Yeah
Yeah
DDT on the track bitch
Tell that DJ cut that beat up
Yeah
Treat these bitches like some friends
I can't take that bitch out
Heard that lil
Ugh then I take some blues
X got hella moves
Call my jeweler diamonds loose
X got hella moods
Angry antlers that's a moose
Charlie's angels Lucy lui
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