Lyrics:
Got in a little trouble at the county seat
Lord they put me in the jailhouse for loafing on the street
When the judge heard the verdict I was
wake up
Wake up, little Suzie, wake up
We've both been sound asleep
Wake up little Suzie and weep
The movie's over it's four o'clock
And we're in
four
Four little kingdoms wouldn't do at all !
One of them was far too big; the others were too small'
And this is the price we'll pay
Take a lesson
piece
Only way to make a work of art
Every moment makes a contribution
Every little detail plays a part
Having just a vision's no solution
Everything
a pussy, I ain't tryin' to change
Far from average, I'm smokin' this cabbage
Bottled teeth, joint karats, say cheese, make the cops freeze
Big cribs, four
on Water, 'cause the wings are some gas
Throw the Subi in sport mode and I'm dustin' yo ass
(And I'm dustin' yo ass)
Yeah it's gon' be alright
Little Bites
some cake like a birthday
Not a scrawny little nigga doing four days
But don't get me wrong, I'm skinny with a dope shape
This girl tell me skinny niggas
pulls out a deuce deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One sucka dead L.A. Times front page
-Chorus-
(Punk, punk muthafuckaz like it ain't
4 AM
Little Vincent's Pizza
Got all the cheese, she say that's cold!
You ever have that cold cheese slice though?
She say No, I say don't choke
Gobble
stop fuckin' with
The little league, ooh
Big dog shit, tie me to a tree, ooh
Just ran off with a hundred band jugg
If a nigga want it back then he
Too many styles for me to engage or debate y'all
Ain't in the same league; don't keep the same score
I seen the legends rock. I seen the greats
a while now
How we fuckin', you might wanna have a child now
All a sudden, all you niggas wanna be down now
Where you was, Park League? Y'all know that I
the world go round!
Your pulse will beat and your heart will pound,
Cause love makes the world go round!
I met a little guy about four feet small,
that he with it, He lying bout it
I know like three-four niggas with no bodies
Get on tracks n they rap bout it
He wanna be a plug so bad
But jit like
Yeah, this is for all the Prynceton students
To be in this Ivy League shit
There are 2 things that you must have
Food savers and scissors, yeah
Food
tipsy, y'all faces done look like an emoji
The RAV4 turned into a Rover
'Til it took flight and ended up on the shoulder
Now our money a little longer
Got in a little trouble down at the county seat
Lord they put me in the jailhouse for loafin' on the street
When the judge heard the verdict, I
taste
All vile, no grace, all child, no age
Like San An you can bet on me
Four to one, I can handle a little Heat
I'm tryna put a ring on a PYT
Enjoy
taste
All vile, no grace, all child, no age
Like San An you can bet on me
Four to one, I can handle a little Heat
I'm tryna put a ring on a PYT
Enjoy
Like, I don't know, but it feels like I got nine lives
I came in this with, like, four friends (four up)
Tube socks and Chuck Taylors on
I stayed in
town's dry
Headed to the county line
For something cold
I need a twelve pack in a brown paper sack
Ice it down in the back
Find a deep mud hole
I got
got a child now (look at that)
A baby momma and a bow-wow
My nigga know you need to calm down
'Bor County run up in your house
But you don't wanna
not, though, we be going places you cannot go
This MLB, the league, and we ain't never gonna stop, though
Always cooking beef and making cheese just like
on the come up trapping till the sun up
You was in the little leagues, go and get your funds up
I had a bag since eighth grade
Momma said that work pays
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