Lyrics:
With the songs we creating and musically relating
Sex, niggas talk by bodies in chalk
Meanwhile, they boot-shaking
On some punk shit, faking
Wait, I
Saw you there, tall and dark, handsome too
Put it all together baby and you got
Lots of groovy loving, lover by the dozen
Giving you things like
argue about things
you never thought you'd argue about in your whole life
Twenty-five years older
Ranger ain't here no more
Been replaced by a 1958
ain't that cool?
I'm your buckaroo, I wanna be like you
And eat all my food, and grow as tall as you are
We like fixing things and holding mama's hand
And that's boots and all
Come sit by me on this bar stool
Let's have a bit of a talk
We do it differently 'round here
Right down to the way that we walk
the bridge
This no subliminal, you know who we is
Tried to do the snake thing
But we got to his ribs
Not the rib that protect his organs
But rib meaning his
With the songs we creating and musically relating
Sex, niggas talk by bodies in chalk
Meanwhile, they boot-shaking
On some punk shit, faking
Wait, I
boots
When it comes to graduation, he's number one
An expert with a rifal and also a gun
Three weeks on the beat and his weak nerves crack
And fires four
smoking
Motherfuckers done come from high crime areas view the police as a threat
And that's some shit you betta not forget
Eazy E's the name feared by
Suzziee never met anybody famous
That was in the beginning
Out of the window with a couple of girfriends
And her red leather boots on
Pitching
than how these boots fit
I got that new drip, that drowned titanical cruise ships
Don't you dip and dabble too close
Just watch us from the distance,
(Woah)
Tear your ass apart when you swim with sharks
I'm in the car like Tony Starks 'cause I'm that smart (Skrrt)
Doing 106 then Park like I'm in my
so I know what's up
On these silly games that's played by the women
I'm only happy when I'm goin' up in 'em
But you know, I'm a menace to society
kept alive by the Sons of The Pioneers
Like that young cowboy from old Montana got boots and spurs and a black bandana
He rides the wild prairie rounding
is nervous large
You could tell by his Blooming room service charge
Dark and tall to boot
The only thing was wrong was he was bald as a coot
Used
I like chocolate and controversy
He likes Fridays and bad company
I like midnight, it's when I'm in the mood
He likes the morning, that's when
mean?
It can mean anything you want it to mean
Anything you say it mean, that's what it means
If you say sex? then probably
Some say it means pushin'
Small change got rained on with his own thirty-eight,
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the marquees weren't weeping, they went
of bitches but I got much more
Wit my super duper group coming out to shoot
Eazy-E, motherfuckers cold knocking the boots
'Cause I'm a hip-hop thugster, I used
Yeah
Fuck my dead opps, and all they homies that's livin'
I want y'all niggas to know that
That's how I'm feelin'
On God (COUPE)
Fuck a dead opp
man, went from that to makin a livin
Rightous willin, the only thing supreme swimmin
And proceed, to not smoke weed around the seed
It's the new way,
with lipstick on
Was really flyin' high
'n then they got that disco thing
'n new wave came along
'n all of a sudden I thought the time
Had come
shit down like a motherfuckin' vet
I'm a real nigga doin' real things, and that you can bet...
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Big Syke]
They say reach in
ya she could hold her own
Pretty as peach, tough as a boot
She's country down to the core
Little crazy, little sweet
ain't nothin' that can beat
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