Lyrics:
That sleepy little campfire poppin' kinda craklin'
We were heatin' up the pork and beans
Bubba said man it don't get any better than this
If you
Killer, uhh, Prease, uhh, Vacant Lot, Diplomat, uhh
Killer, family nigga, yo, uhh, Killer, uhh, yo yo yo...
(verse one) {:28}
Where i'm from kids get it
you can get, it's the American Dream bitch
Man I'm a middle finger figure, a million dollar mission
Poppin' like Orville Redenbacher, with
We're going to America
We're gonna tell them about the NHS
When we get there we'll all hang out
Sipping 40's with Huck and Jim
Everywhere sham
discover
A mighty love
Will sometimes makes you weep and moan
A mighty love
You sit all day by the telephone
'Cause you're all alone
You need
they start losing pints
You can die by the gun or the knife
[Chorus: Havoc]
hey yo
Eh yo a nigga ain't stoppin' know I got to get it poppin'
Yo you know
past my prime
But pour some Jim Beam whiskey
And I’ll show you a real big time
You don’t need reservations
Drop by anytime
The sun is shinin’ in
a change. I'm tired of being tormented to hell, that's what I'm tired of. Tired of it."
Jim Jones: "Please. For God's sake, let's get on with it. We've
I grabbed her by the hair it came off in my hand
And that beautiful girl was just a beautiful man
And old Jim just got sick right there on the floor
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me
For real girl, it's me in your
Hello police TPD
This here's Marlene Jones on Burns drive
I'm calling to complain about my neighbors
It looks like they're having another one
watch your back
Need rapid-moving eyes just to keep track
Behind the Bush he makes the gut strings wail
You can't judge a dog by the wag of it's tail
yesterday it rained
"So he went down to the liquor store
"And by noon he felt no pain
"I came in an hour late then I let his supper burn
"Well he hit
the way down South (YEAH!)
I ain't Mike Jones, keep my name out'cha mouth bitch (Mike Jones)
We can get it crackin if it get to clickin clackin
Look
A COLD CONFESSION
THE VELVET CURTAIN CLOSES
CREEPING LIKE A NUN
A NARCOLEPTIC SHAMAN
JIM JONES IN HIS BANDANA
HANDING OUT THE CUPS
TO ALL THE WAYWARD SONS
country's stuck in my bones
Nothing's as awesome
As a song by the 'Possum
Give me some George, I need my Jones
Shangri-La it's not, but the pickled eggs
discover
A mighty love
Will sometimes makes you weep and moan
A mighty love
You sit all day by the telephone
'Cause you're all alone
You need
Well I'm around right now
And here I'll stand like it matters
Only once gets through and then gets scattered by the rain
But pain gives me the right
away
The street life ain't much better, but at least I'm getting paid
And Tuesday just might go my way
It can't get worse than yesterday
Thursdays,
happiness I've known.
You see me coming, you wink your eye and call me Captain Jim.
And when I don't do nothing but walk on by you say babe, get a load
the cattle once roamed
There's a Burger King and a peep show
We do everything from our cell phones
Ridin' in, out steel broncos
Ooh, it's Dow Jones
Hi-low
Get your ass off the wall with your two left feet
It's real easy, just follow the beat
Don't let that fine girl pass you by
Look real close 'cause
get that treat on full moons.
Besides, I know there's a lot of young people here,
And I would want anybody to
Last time it happened, grown men
Lord, forgive me for my sins, used to pray to get a brick
Nigga icy like it's hockey, and I'm playin' with them sticks
He don't like me, but he
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