Lyrics:
like you never planned
I had missed a flight out of Birmingham
The way her yellow apron walked in the room
There was no mistake in the way that she
as Cape St. Francis
Under giant stars on the USS Kansas
Anchor
Anchor
Anchor child
Some say he was hit by typhoon fist
Others say he never
He was lonely, gloomy, sorrow, poor boy
Last Romantic, lost as ancient Troy
But he had a strange idea, he was only boy for love
He had hope to find
about living by the sea
Didn't even have to pay
You can play golf in Jamaica
Go diving down in Aruba
St. Thomas even Tortola
But never
Never go to Cuba
He
feed her salmon and pills
I woke up in St. Barts on a yacht with a thot
She want all the smoke like that time I smoked with Bart
Slob on my knob,
I just rolled a backwood of some s**t ion know the name to
Tryna keep composure kuz a n***a on that drank too
I just realized won’t no day go by that
of St. Mary-Le-Bow now
He never lived to see the day
That old busker John Joe May
When his story was told the whole world round
Legend has he was a man
you your daddy son never had shit
Lil' bad kid tryna act big, I send him home with an ass kickin' and an Aspirin
Stick to the rap shit, they bustin'
It was over a hundred years ago in eighteen sixty-one
It was in the town of St. Louis that old Stagger Lee was born
Stagger Lee was a gambler
(Chanting)
(1st Verse- Violent J, (Shaggy2Dope), [Monoxide Child], {Jamie Maddrox})
Imagine a place that exists beyond, a place that's seldom seen
This is the final boarding call for flight 1259
Departing from Los Angeles final destination to St. Louis
Thank you
Damn G the spot's
the fuck, nigga, ain't never fuck niggas
Tell 'em that don't wanna play this South shit, okay
ATL, South Carolina, Mississippi
North Carolina, Louisiana,
Of how offensive I am, or just what a bitch that you are
Like I never had to get my clothes at fuckin' St. Vincent de Paul
Like I don't make sure every
himself
I had to pray for him
I told him when home, he good
I'ma wait for him
Never let this fed system break us
We was made for it, ugh, yeah
Pray for my
ounce of cold St. Ides
Jamming to a tape to my partner had made
"Growing up in the Hood" being mixed with Face
Swisher sweet's a killer, feeling
pulled over by Philly police
I just made a Hundred thousand to put in my piece
In what seems like a year but it was really a week
Ain't Lil Troy but I
Mama got a look at you and got a little worried
Papa got a look at you and got a little worried
Pastor got a look and said, ya'll had better hurry
dancing
Getting this check and they never bouncing
So all I need is fast money and fast cars
New money I can't shout see I hustle for the paper and you know
house
They just gone us
Ain't no coke
When 12 was doing sweeps
Me and DK was flushing dope
I remember when we was younger and Luh Troy had wrecked his
bloke
Cos I was only 24 minutes from Tilbury
At the Tesco garage in Chadwell St mary
I only popped by for some skins
Then I heard something move by
Blinded by the static
Never mind
I'll never be good enough or attractive
I lack all the facets
St-st-struck on the grind
Settle, get buck
Fucked by
I'm never cracking under pressure, however, the pressure some how makes me better, whenever, I pull the lever, I can weather all types of weather,
skinny ni***a
Had beef with plenty ni***s
Cause ni**s hate and envy ni**s
For months didn't eat school lunch to get them Penny's ni**a
Scraping up them
[Intro]
It's the return of a living legend mayne; I done did it once
And you ain't never seen nobody do it again huh?
You gotta love it, cause it's
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