Lyrics:
think about it nigga, life or death
Life of a cracker
I’d like to hang you by the neck
Do you wanna see the boys in jet
Or you wanna see them runway jets?
I Can't Help But Wonder Where I'm Bound
Chad Mitchell Trio
It's a long and a dusty road.
It's a hard and a heavy load
And the folks we meet ain't
bonin' my lady"
Probably snap like Rodman
My plan was to meet at this bar called the Tiki
(When?)'round four
When she was comin', she would beep me
got obligations and she's in the situation
That she came to state so this is our fate
Holding hands, a smile, a glance
A kiss and a dance but we can't
We're gonna cut out of class, meet the girls by the railroad track
Well ev'ry Friday night there's a band that you gotta hear
Just a dollar ticket in
everyday
If it was just me I'd be headed south
But Marie can't catch no train
She's got some pain and she thinks it's a baby,
Says we gotta wait and see
and serve hoes like flap jacks
(But we don't love them hoes) Bitch, and it's like that
This is what you look for in a ho who got cash flow
You run up in
is
He wanted to shine at the swap meet
Til the white boys got him in that hot seat
I only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat
and serve hoes like flap jacks
(But we don't love them hoes) Bitch, and it's like that
This is what you look for in a ho who got cash flow
You run up in
with that lonely tide
I bought that ticket and I'll take that ride
If we meet along the way
Please sway beside me, let us sway together
Our tails
up, hold up, wait a minute, motherfucker
Ugh! I pull in your hood in a brand new Wraith (like skrr)
Tell your bitch "Fall back, nigga", we ain't got
From all the sad things we've done
Now I know there's no sense in hiding
And we can't escape this war
And I have made my peace with dying
Down
Still cramming the shelves full of Hamburger Helper
I can't even help it, this is the hand I was dealt, a
Creature of habit, feel like I'm trapped in
I know, I know, Weezy Wee, this dedicated to my father
Rabbit nigga, y'all excuse the expressions
What it be like up there baby boy,
Aye this
is
He wanted to shine at the swap meet
Til the white boys got him in that hot seat
I only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat
wild west
Even the teacher got a vest (this is what I said)
You can ask, on the block, fool ? ain't the one to test
Street Jeopardy (here we go yo, here
it
These rims ain't for sale, bitch
This whip ain't for sale, bitch
And this Cuban ain't for sale, bitch
I been on the fucking boat like a sail
panties?
Boo, you know how many he meet with no panties?
Please, tell me something that I don't know
Like if we have sex, you don't want dough
And if
bitches can't devour
And I'm Creflo Dollar smiling
We somewhere on a island, vibing
Balls smell like powder (let's go)
Fuck it, take it to trial (yeah,
And we ain't trying to see the pen,
Like a needle in a hay stack we ain't trying to see the pen
This is a luxury tax
(I don't ask them baby I just tax
midstream
If you won't forgive, then we can't forget
You've got to; meet me midstream
Meet me midstream
Meet me midstream
We could stay this way forever
just can't drink no more
Cause it don't douse the flames that are started by dames
It ain't like asbestos
It don't do nothing but rest us assured
this is the hand I was dealt, a
Creature of habit, feel like I'm trapped in an animal shelter
With all these pet peeves
Goddammit to hell, I can't
fuckin' 4 O'clock
I shouldn't sell you shit, but Son, meet me on the block
I ain't got time to waste man, where this nigga at?
I'm in the Brown hooptie,
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