Lyrics:
[studio demo version of the song "you not me" from 1997, recorded ]
[during the making of the album falling into infinity. available ]
[on the cd
in her ear lobe
Shes always dressed in black like Johnny Cash
The perfect size with perfect tits and ass
Shes always at a show or at a bar
Weed cocaine
thought are you dead
'Cause they guessed he might of been a bit of a terrorister
Does this bomb look big in this bag then but we love Biggy, Johnny Cash
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
reality flow
I'm tryna time my album dropping
With a reality show
Cock the MAC-11 in front of Hot 97
And call my publicist
Tell her we in press heaven (Ha
cash, I’ma hustle everyday
I was always taught, I ain’t gon’ never get my way
We gon’ put a nine, uh, r-i-p to K
I had a album that was made, and two
Really gotta drop the
Toxic mutha fuckas
Every time they come by, it turns into a ruckus
Begging for the cash, keep off, keep em far away
I dont want
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
But I'm a designated hitter, I adjust so fast (Derek Jeter)
Y'all men designing women, I'm a woman's man (yeah)
I'm the Cash Money Prince, blow
Everybody simmer down there once was boy
Who became the man
Get your snacks
Buckle up for lovely story this evening
He goes by the name of Colt
will mash
If you ain’t got that jukebox on Johnny Cash
Well, a redneck loves his truck, loves his woman, loves to shoot a buck
Four by fours slinging
Spending a Milly
Then I'm gonna fly this chick
Out to Japan woah
I need the advance
Cash in my hand
They want a 12 songs album no FTs
They gone give me
My N**** Andy Onna beat man
Yea... yea... its Storma
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yea... yeah
New cash, New things, dirty money with the team
In
broke
Yeah Johnny Cash helped me get out of prison
Long before Rodriguez stole that goat
Ive been the rhinestone cowboy for so long I cant remember
and I
you got your deal
These rappers finally get some fame, and think they got it locked
After your album flop, nigga you gon be on Koch
My gear clean, from
a chance
At a glance, I'm a failure
Addicted to pushing paraphernalia
But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once
Innocence disappeared by
But I'm a designated hitter, I adjust so fast (Derek Jeter)
Y'all men designing women, I'm a woman's man (yeah)
I'm the Cash Money Prince, blow
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Jak
Johnny Cash
Clark Kent
i
by my respect
Fuck the three O 3:15
Yea, but what our eyes are Mars
Times was hard, I grindin' hard
Free my dawg behind them bars (Free Roy
I'm just talking over it
Like those famous people as if I can do that
Yeah, the albums pretty uh
It's not the best quality
But you know
I did it all by
as a mothafucking grip
Johnny Hancock, ten milli off the rip
Shawty brought her friends off the rip
Bitches bust it open, eating pusy off the rip
West Side, getting
watching
I've already had the neighbors here
Johnny Cash came around and we split a beer
I'm dead and I'm done by the heat of the sun
And I'll rest my
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
Johnny Cash (Yeah! Yeah!)
Alright get straight to the point like a fucking fast break
Fam you a damn snake get the fuck out my face
If I see a fucking
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