Lyrics:
house
A little bit north of Nome
I knew that I could get back by morning
'Cause the nights are six months long
And there she was
Sitting on a chunk
One thousand horses are marching on
Just as in the valley every man is game
Deep within the mountain where dreams come alive
You will always be
better know it"
*Get Loaded* "Get yo ass drunk" "Oh, fuck me good baby"
[DJ Quik]
Well I met this bitch, she hard like a man
5'6, ass thick with a crispy
him a kiss
Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick
You know Cam, he said "yeah, don't play with his chips"
Stood back, blazed the 6
knows dtown where you’ll find man
jump out let’s fry man not on beef don’t waste my time man
And no you can’t call me kevin cah i wasn’t home by eleven
Will, stop playing with these niggas
You're up too old
What's the story
Are you not happy or
Yeah
You're only half happy or
It could be
You're up too
a board box
All them a talk what that can do
Big long gun longer than bamboo
Seven point six we load by the grain
Shot leak out a head just like a shampoo
in love with little Jeannie
From the champagne side of town
Lured by a bad boy
With pimples and some reefer
The rest is history
Is the word around
Took
some things I'll never understand
How's a angel wind up with just a man?
You're a halo and a heart of gold
Yeah, baby, I'm just flesh and bones
I still got you by my side I feel like I beat the odds
I got this Tommy on my side I'm walking fairly odd
She too good for Hotel 6 I pick
main
It's Paystyle on mine, cuz I love money main
Landrovers and Toyota, Lexuses
Six-hundred feet twelve with them big ass motor Mercedeses
We don't
the cops is comin' nigga
You better get to runnin' nigga
Toss the handgun, before the man come
It's not game of R. Kelly
Run up on twenty-six and seven,
foos will get
Plus two to the dome so they won't forget
Now we stuck in the grind man this life is devine
I started earning mine with 9s homie right in
hard liquor
A six benz car getter
You know Digga
He ain't rich
He's a star figure
Platinum deep
Hangs with Jews
Chills up at their barmitzfah's
He loves
[Bizzy]
There is no way in hell (marching factions...)
That the blind can lead the blind (...regime takin' over my body...)
Unless somebody play
your days must die
First you're flyin' up, up away, then you dyin' another day
Not aligned with kindness, the denyin' of what you say
I've been dope
coming through the door
Is a man you know not to fuck with
Dark brown eyes you never seen him smile
If you did it was with your last breath
You can't knock
Now what's up with the walkin' man
I wonder where he's gone
Marchin' down to Birmingham
I think I'll tag along
Was a walkin' man come by here
on the bench
Mike's Hard Lemonade'll get you amateurs bent
Where I'm from they don't hesitate the cannon that spits
Stand by the wrong man and watch your
They all say that I'm fringe and I'm like OMG
Dude I've been billed as nerd rap since 2003
Been playing shows with Mark since he was MC STD
I played
medallions shit just dangle
Chain twist and tangle, you'll get ripped and mangled
Hit from angels, I told you we equipped with angles
Can't find you, your
thickened air, where my spirit is free
I'm blasting off with a strum of my six string
Six String Rocketeer
Well, my getaway car is this beat up guitar
the ground
I'ma kill a fuck nigga whenever I see him
Just tell momma'nem, hold it down
Since I was six, I was man of the house (house)
Ten years later,
THE HIPSTERS DRIVE NEW CARS
I WAS STUCK
FROM ELEVEN YEARS TO SIXTEEN
IN THE BACK I WAS TRAPPED
IN MY OLD MAN'S CADILLAC
BEING PASSED BY THE BLAST
OF A 350
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