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on the pump, make the 6 straight jump from SoCal
Hollywood to the slums
Chronic smoke get burnt by the California sun
On the West Side, East Coast where you
consumers
Who keep em all body rocking from state to state
Cause the real gone be real and the fake gone be fake
So I'ma, regulate and I'ma squash the chat
at the port of entry say,
"You're number fourteen thousand for today."
[Chorus]
If you ain't got the do-re-mi, boys,
If you ain't got the do-re-mi,
Well
at the port of entry say,
"You're number fourteen thousand for today."
[Chorus]
If you ain't got the do-re-mi, boys,
If you ain't got the do-re-mi,
Well
Stinkadena, Texas
Yeah, yeah... yeah... yeah
I try a sedative, I try a sedative persuasion... I try a sedative persuasion
I try a sedative persuasion
Big Mack was a driver of a semi rig from Denver to the coast of Maine
And every truck driver and highwayman well they all knew big Mack's name
He
Followed by some grandeur
And he looks like he ran here
My feelings feelings unclear
SHUT THE FUCK UP
Eat your fucking greens
WAKE UP FROM YOUR DREAMS
Then
blasting "Mendocino" by Doug Sahm
She said "Fasten your seatbelt, you're with me from now on"
Understand I was not sleeping at the next day's sunrise
Me
songs in this shit
Stayed too long in this shit
But by the month, man
I was there so much niggas had
To lay futons in this shit
Owe it to my aunt Suzanne
Know you're sick of being cool
I know you're sick of being nice
Y'all can spend time in the day
I'm the one that you gon' see at night
We got
enough
Oooh
You're not drinkin' enough
To wash away old memories
And there ain't enough whiskey in Texas
To keep you from beggin'
Please, please,
I was sittin' in a truckstop
Watchin' tumbleweeds roll by
Tryin' to read the menu
When the waitress caught my eye
She pulled a pencil from her
because you're trippin
You better dry your cranium off, cause your brain is slippin
You beatin me is somethin that I doubt
The only way you could bake kane
dukes, because you're trippin'
You better dry your cranium off, cause your brain is slippin'
You beatin' me is somethin' that I doubt
The only way you
forgive me, I'm talkin' reckless
She from Cinci but her ass from Texas
Bad bitch, She gon' make me breakfast
She hate me, but she love my necklace
I've been
slow, but BK is from Texas
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me
Say whattup to Ty-Ty,
about where you're from
It's how you come
I don't care about your past & what you've done, nigga
Who's really real
Some niggas flirt with death
Fiending
addictin, get u begin for more
Get u cravin from ur head to ur toe
Bobbin n weavin, got that twinkle in ur toes
Get that pussy wet, "is all a nigga knows" ,
niggas is stressed.
Just drove back from Texas and on my way home got stopped by the cops looking for ways to arrest
They out to get me.
Before I can speak
the light is a message they want me to pick up the phone and decline
My bitch is from Texas her name is Alexis I think that I've seen you before online yeah
rude
Cause we don't have a lot of time
You still have to hear all my rhymes
By the way I'm a rapper now
I'm dope as fuck and that's how
I got this money
with California to Texas'
Remember the Alamo? Forgot the slave trade
Forgot they stole us from Africa
Gave us slave names playing brain games
Trick
"You're number fourteen thousand for today."
[Chorus]
Oh, if you ain't got the do re mi, folks, you ain't got the do re mi,
Why, you better go back
"You're number fourteen thousand for today."
[Chorus]
Oh, if you ain't got the do re mi, folks, you ain't got the do re mi,
Why, you better go back
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