Lyrics:
(Gary Yoder & G.R. Grelecki)
You're a young man now and
You toss the hair from your shoulders
Feeling strong and
All the young girls are coming
(Gary L. Yoder & G.R. Grelecki)
1, 2, 1-2-3-4
Oh yes, Am a traveling man
No place to call my own
I travel on the wind, Blow home
Sing you a song
Gunsmoke
Corey and Smurf and Lil Dap's got a forty
My man Gary and Shiz and the nutcracker Shorty
Mike Rhone, chillin' like Capone
Robinhood, Known
all around so you know who I turn to
You niggas just hating you use to be ballin
But now you Gary Payton
If you ain't talking money I’ll
Talk to you
Now every single bitch wanna see me
Big daddy is smooth word to mother
Let's check out a flick that exploits the color
Roamin' through Hollywood late
good fighter, party highlighter
Lady exciter, writer, not a biter
Suckers lookin' to me, say, "what you think they see?"
They see a fresh, fantastic,
when it gets dark
We sit around
We drink our cider
I can see the park in Approach Road
I can see the school where Johnny used to go
I can see
was supposed to be hip hop, hip hop
I'd rather be fishin' in flip flops, flip flops
Or cross over to country like Kid Rock, did, I
Can't see no
September 9, 2001
Gary and I were skating at a hospital
On top of a huge hill overlooking a valley
An ambulance came in and took out a dead woman
dick, like my name was 50 Cent, G-Unit!
I come with the heat, see my hits
Sound so sweet, Missy ain't pissy
Is you dizzy, is you with me
Tip me when you
in the streets,
I'd carry heat,
Tell me again.
Now I'm talking with the butler
As we try to love each other
But it's so hard when the walls
Won't let
Holt Boulevard
Between Gary and White
Hooked up with some friends at the Travelodge
Set ourselves up for the night
Carpenter ants in the dresser
throat first
I just got some head in a Ghost, then I ghost her
Yeah-yeah, outta here, your boyfriend a gopher
I see him out with her and pretend like I
I'm gonna make it Lo voy a lograr Como Jimmy Butler Me voy a superar
Somos los campeones
Me siento Daniel foso de los leones
Me siento jaws cazarme
just hop in
This not a date baby girl go ahead and bring your friends
Top notch count one hundred blues then i wash my hands
Butler with the white gloves
a chauffeur, and a fckin' butler
Pics of bitches givin' me head
On Instagram and Tumblr
I don't need your number
Throw 'em in the dumpster
When you get new
the outside looking in
Bet you would think I got it made, better look again
I got butler, got a maid, and a mansion
The belief is that I'm living out
the maid blamed the butler
The butler blamed the driver
The driver blamed the colonel
The colonel blamed Madame DeVoir
But it's elementary Watson
It's so
Vers: C C G G C C G G
Ref: Am G C F Am G C F Am G C C
Mellanspel: G G C C
Jag drack min första bira, den bar en smak av guld.
Och fanns det inga
21 shells inside the mag swept by the heat like Jimmy Butler
40 pokin' out my hoop shorts, hard to hide it in the summer
Yo, goof ass merch that you
Press 3 if you accept the charges, if not hang up
[Ludacris]
To my cousin Darren Ranch, stay up homie
To my brother Chris Butler, stay up homie
If
John is eating cold beans
Thomas sitting on a swing
Gary's got a yellow door
Jamie's lying on the floor
I can see the park in Approach Road
I can see
Everybody Loves A Clown
Gary Lewis and the Playboys
Written by Gary Lewis, Snuff Garrett, and Leon Russell
Peak chart position # 4 in 1965
Everybody
house, full of butlers and maids
No one is better than I, I know I'm just an average guy
No football hero or smooth Don Juan
Got empty pockets, you see
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