Lyrics:
people protestin' in Minneapolis escalated
As demonstrators were lashed by tear gas and rubber bullets
The main message here, the main message here,
want a fan in your face
When yo' man got a heat and the hand in the waist (band)
Gotta keep a cool head, niggas got PTSD these days (yeah)
Some folks
my pink RV,
Let's drive downtown to the place I miss,
Driving thru the sunset over the hill I see,
Play some music with some nice melody,
Coz in my
mack that
Need a billion dollar bitch
Put my pimpin' in your life
Watch ya daddy get rich
Easy as A-B-C, simple as 1-2-3
Get down with U-G-K, Pimp C,
to the city
With each breath, death before dishonor
Never let you swallow me, no apologies, your honor
A general in war, I'm the first to bomb
With a squad
that's how we put food in the fridge
So, who am I?
Someone tryna live his best life
I just wanna take a pretty woman for a test drive
If I bring her
institutions
Do not fear: I am here
To put the lefties in chains
And give my friends all your money
Welcome to The New Normal
(We import 2/3rds of all of our
And ride around to the liquor store
Can't get a job get drunk some more
You better stop trippin' on them stereotypes
'Cause in the ghetto there's a good
asylum in the countries that you fly me
And carry all of your guilt in designers bags that you buy me, David
I ain't askin' you to be someone you wasn't
it|Some huggin and some kissin|If you're world's got somethin missin|Just put a girl in it||You can write you a country song|The DJ wont put it on|They wont
pigs, who's the bravest?
'Cause I'ma spit on your ass like Larry Davis
Bumpin' 'em off somethin' decent
Jump out slow and drop the cocktail bomb in
excuse now (Yo, cause, she said she live with her pop)
(Her dude mad strict, that's why we up in the spot)
(And yo, this little trick of yours, bought me
Walkin on my tippy-toe cause the life I live ain't long and I know
So I put weed in the bong and I blow
Stay cool calm and collected a neglected
a gas tank, take your ass and fill it
And take ya for a ride to where I reside
Put your face in my pillow, and have ya weepin' like a willow
I tax that
Just talking bout life in the sand
Cross the country but never Crossing off plans
For her he always had more time a Different dance
He was always
a dead body?
Got a chopper with some rounds on it
Boop-boop, hittin' everybody
Turn the corner from your mama house
Put a nigga in the trunk
Cock your
we're all just trying to get by
So won't you sing a little "Dixie a country boy can survive"
It's a way of life in the country that ain't ever going
at them curves on 'em
Swerve the corners, she callin' it spur of the moment
Packin' the shit, packin' the, packin' the dick in the bitch
Oh, that is your
to mean, "Uh"
"Mama, What is that deodorant you're wearing?
It's intoxicating
Why don't we drive out to the country sometime?
And collect deer ticks in
some humans died
Lives were lost and some humans cried
SARS just blinded their human eyes
The country's dead now no more rights,
Corona's dead now it's
watch your back if you snitch
You'll be dead by when you hoped to read to me the fucking pitch
Gettin' hungry finna chef up some boiling empanadas
The car is European
Cream soda what we put the lean in
Fuck your team, your clique
Whatever you banging
I come through blunt lit, bucket low
Nuts hanging
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
don't destroy society in a day
Until we change ourselves first
From the inside out
We can start by not lying so much
And treating other people like
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