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But the thugs held the door and he could not get out. And then others followed, a hundred or more But most everybody remained on the floor.
Words and music by Woody Guthrie While we're on the subject of hard work, I just wanted To say that I always was a man to work. I was born working
My number one goal is to get her out the hood Never changed, I be thuggin' hard in my section Me and my dawgs proteted by Smith & Wessons Any nigga
make it back, three bricks more The people always run up on us in Texas though Only by the grace of God they ain't catch us though Some lil' young
And nigga P said he wanted inspiration (Damn P) I was really more on some "fuck the word" shit so let's see (Fuck these niggas man, real talk) I'm
man I hope you go down there with Satan Because you come from a fake land Manipulated by Satan But at the end you cannot escape God Fuck Satan Always
Round the corner, Sally! Round the corner by 'n' by.Round the corner, Sally! Sally Brown she's the gal for me.Round the corner, Sally! She's waitin there
that I left behind when I blasted off.. what's her name? She must have another man by this time, baby daddy, and maybe more, the way the drama plays
I'm home, yeah, yeah-yeah I've been wakin' the spirits of millions more to come A million illegally downloaded my truth over the drums I believe in
your stock fell Im more flavor than Ox tails Gwon gal Im more Budweiser than Clydesdales Feel that Yeah I roll the reefer Pull out the plug its 100
talk snow, where the soft at Your man got murked, but you squashed that Hope you know what we call that I think you know just what we call that All
Caddy How in the world did I manage to smoke this many? About a hundred, man. Feel it all in my stomach To the brain severely blunted, And it ain't
posse It's time to step on some motherfuckin' toes (Nah D!) Man, fuck them hoes The East Coast ain't playin' our songs I want to know what
blue traveling bag You know that man she loves ah he's puttin' her on But no queen could love him more And in her mind their ship will sail to a hundred
we really hype Got di proof in di cup you know a fi wi vibe cll di gal dem flex wid dwag you know them down to ride Touch di road clean man swagger
in time Heart of gold, limbs of steel, Man-Of-War Oh, Saratoga Ooo, play your favorite Odds are more than one hundred Oh, Willie said Ooo,
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em Bail any girl that I wanna Got bitches 'n marijuana I can tell by the way you move that you a problem
I don't smoke menthol (more-more m-m-menthol) Got confetti in my lungs ('fetti, in my, lung) Got a broken jaw (bro-ken-ken jaw-jaw-jaw) 'Cause
shit Two hundred pounds of Kush, I'm tryna sell that shit My migo said fuck it, he gon' mail the brick Soon as I get my hands on it, I'm gonna sell
pupils swell up like two pennies I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties A young-ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass So the rats
fuck your wristwatch Pause, let it stop, hope we get by Bye when I zoom, let it vroom 'Bout a hundred goons with a fume, better let it [?] A hundred
Produced by: TREETIME Skit Vocal by: MC F.Port/PlanZ普兰兹一 Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by: 郭子翊/瑞 MC F.Port’s Intro: Damn, man, yo, gimmie the mic, man
back alive If they don't bring you down by 12 They're gonna bring you down by 5 Well you came straight out of Tucson Such a man among the mice She
and some friends on an ocean-liner ship She made a big mistake by leaving me home I had to roam so I picked up the phone Dialed Ali up to see what was
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