Lyrics:
To roll a fat joint and smoke that weed
But the tale goes on and years went by
Another drug came and the boy got high
Ever since that day, he just wasn't
seventeen packs a day
I was refueling too
About every hour or so
I drank a bottle of white mule
I wasn't thinking about turquoise
I wasn't thinking
(Traditional, adapted by Ry Cooder)
Come and gather all around me
Listen to my tale of woe
Got some good advice to give you
Lots of things you
shorty.
See J did Scotland and everybody jocked him I did Scotland
And got no props for it
Naw that just fucked up my jay's
Which fucked up my day
was a test
Swept her off her feet and went and bought her ass a Lex
Paid it off cash so I never wrote a check
Leave my cars at her crib I'm just
Johnny Gore on
stage by his hair"
"Come on guys, give the Gators a hand. I paid two dollars
just to see this ba, ba, band"
"And I ain't gonna let no loser,
named Baby Doll
She got four baby daddies, four kids by four different men
And she just found out she's pregnant, I said, "No, not again!"
Man, when
who ya are
So live your life (hey, ayy, ayy, ayy)
You steady chasin' that paper, just live your life
(Oh, ayy ayy ayy)
Ain't got no time for no
Don't stick to your guns, son
Play by the rules
Keep your head down, son
Don't be a fool
Don't be defiant, son
You're as stubborn as a mule
I know
boy's goin' left on niggas
And them hoes too it's me
That nigga who ain't never got caught
My mic is wounded
I'ma test it with a touch of salt
Keep a book
Oh Yah Oh Yah I
Just got paid, Be broke by tomorrow
Ay
Oh Yah Oh Yah I
I just got paid
Oh Yah Oh Yah Hey
It's so lovely
Oh Yah Oh Yah I
Just got paid
the one that makes ya feel alright
He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood
Cops on the corner always ignore
Somebody's getting paid
Jimmy's got it wired,
Oh Yah Oh Yah I
Just got paid, Be broke by tomorrow
Ay
Oh Yah Oh Yah I
I just got paid
Oh Yah Oh Yah Hey
It's so lovely
Oh Yah Oh Yah I
Just got paid
away
The street life ain't much better, but at least I'm getting paid
And Tuesday just might go my way
It can't get worse than yesterday
Thursdays,
I'm already paid (haha, paid, yeah)
'Cause I got your bitch now in love with me (woo, she's in love)
And I'm in this bitch now, it's gettin' ugly
a moscow mule
Too cool to go back to school, I ain't a fool
I'm an autocrat, baby, I'm livin' by my own rules
All I got to do now is refillin' ice cubes
You
rushing down that freeway
Messed around and got lost
They didn't care, they were just dyin' to get off
And it was life in the fast lane
Surely make
rushing down that freeway
Messed around and got lost
They didn't care, they were just dyin' to get off
And it was life in the fast lane
Surely make
feel so strong because I have you
Standin' by my side, baby, baby, you just got to
[Chorus]
Start me up, you got to start me up
Start me up, you
was just enough beer to get us through the set
And get as high as our crowd
We got 700 miles Jerry, we gotta go
You're out of your mind; you'll never
nigga
I should own a fly bitch house and a Benz
But I got chickenheads criminals and broke friends
That love to get ends, keep the seventeens spinnin'
unemployed nigga
I should own a fly bitch house and a Benz
But I got chickenheads criminals and broke friends
That love to get ends, keep the seventeens
way up by hard work
I ain't ever got no where, but I got there by hard work
Work of the hardest kind I been down and I been out
I been disgusted I been
who ya are
So live your life (hey, ayy, ayy, ayy)
You steady chasin' that paper, just live your life
(Oh, ayy ayy ayy)
Ain't got no time for no
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