Lyrics:
We arose, let's go
So fresh so clean" like 'Kast
Jay-Z be poppin' tags
Leavin' the mall with heavy bags
You know the boy got a love for the cash
Mary
About Uncle John
Oh Lord, who's gonna tell it
Who's gonna live in the house
Right down by the side of the road
Who's gonna stand up in
put you all on
Sorry I cant be the guy that you be trynna fall on
Screaming f*ck love typa energy that i'm on
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Its Donavin on the track for
Gilbert Arenas
Left the messy scene, boys who do clean up
Riding around town in a new beamer
Tense on the glass, can't see me John Cena
Jules hit me up, we
Baby, pull up on me tonight
Or maybe for life
I trust the clock ‘cause I know that time’ll decide
If you’re the one I keep by my side
And if you’re
to beat
We be on the scene
I’m not John cena
But I need some peace
Pack another bowl
Put it in the piece
Shorty throw it reverse and just put it
the assholes, I'm free, so I free knots
Don't get lost in the mystery, what
Me and John speak what you dream, breathe pot
Speak not evil, or you bleed non-stop
world of gray,
Brothers for life, come what may.
(Electric guitar solo)
(Chorus - Country)
Outlaws upright, riding side by side,
Through the twists
with made niggas cause that's all I know
And I'ma beats my hoe if she ain't got my doe
You hoes best to run for cover cause we bouts to blow
"loaded with
I was riding around solo blowing indo by the pound
Riding around solo blowing indo by the pound
Looked in the mirror and seen the damage in his eyes
knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories about John Wayne and Billy the Kid
Shit, all them motherfuckers dead
And did you know that every
I dream so much
And I just can't seem to find an
Answer to what I'm living for, in general
I can't keep living like this
It's breaking my heart day
wanna say but no words come out
Ain't no describing this high that I'm riding with you
I fall down and I get up it's like a chain reaction
But you're
'72 CAMARO
WRITTEN BY: LARRY KING, JOIE SCOTT, MICHAEL PETERSON
KEYS JOHN BLASUCCI
ORGAN RICKY PETERSON
PIANO LARRY KING
GUITARS MICHAEL THOMPSON
I might be ugly but my car handsome
I might be the realest man out and some
Take your hands and raise it for the anthem
I'm riding round like I'm big
on camera
It's too late to plant bate for my click to fall
We dodge boobie-traps and pitfalls and thick fog
When I tee, LA ride, "It's y'alls"
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to plant bate for my click to fall
We dodge boobie-traps and pitfalls and thick fog
When I tee, LA ride, "It's why'alls"
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Before I leave the heat, I put two in rain grove for my range rove
Hot to death, cops is vex
I push a buck 60 if they try to block the lex
Drive by
It's r i
It's r i
Yah
The most high
Assalamualaikum
Take a look inside and you fall in
Made a pack till the end
So i'm soaring
Take a look inside
this world and I'm making it mine
Look at the flick of the wrist, cooking up shit, it should be ready by nine
Look at this chick on my dick, it don't get
hearts cause you handsome momma I pray I don't fall in love wit no thot
She goin give me the box even though she had a baby by the ops
Posted on that block
stormed on your fort
The rest were all hanged by a kangaroo court
Oh John Brown, you lay in your grave
But your soul marches on, so they say
For 59 years
ba-by (uh)
And while we riding round, you took me inside of you
You showed a side of you, beside the truth
You was just lying, I knew
I wasn't buying it
blowing free
And they cast their nets as rain begins to fall
But the sun comes riding high and the clouds will soon go by
And today they'll maybe take
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