Lyrics:
Blake Shelton Sings Austin.
It's on his 2001 Album.
She left without leaving a number
Said she needed to clear her mind
He figured she'd gone
(Dope)
Witchcraft I do voodoo (Voodoo)
Don't have to lie to me (You don't)
It's only gone cost you (Cost you)
I can find out the truth (Truth)
By
fucking weapon
When I was three I was just a little G
But if you looked in my eyes you'd see the future of a real MC
And at the age of nine I wrote my first
To all the coons, I say "Hi!"-de-ho
Produced by the mighty pro
Crazy Kay Gee kickin' hit's like Karate Joe
Always with the mind every time to
Blame it
even trying
You don't scare me at all
If you did a drive-by, I'd wave!
It's so cute when you rap
It's like I'm watching my dad
Tryna use an iPad
when the big one drops
Am I in sync?
Immortality is what I'm buying
But I'd rather be immortal by not dying
Laboratory rats made Roger a fink
motherhood
And we fall out of touch
In your absence I write songs again every day
Haunted by ghosts of the dope ass albums you would've made
Until two years
my pop for shit
In some years now
I gave my Mom that big house
Now
She living chill now
I feel like Phil now
Ain't no will but I'd still slap you doe
sharing my views from the window seat
I've tried to keep it light and not get in too deep
But if I don't say this, the album's incomplete
We do it for
stalker
Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none
Rhyme pays was the name of the album
see them side by side
Like the ones where I sing wrong in songs that no one will find
That no one will hear
Just you and the fam
No album next year
No
shot
But let's have Lil Chungus go onslaught to these motherfuckers
Yeah, I made this track two years ago
That I wish it would blow
Just like Dezmond
[Ingrid Smalls]
Na na na.
Oh, oh, oh, no no no
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah
I done been in this game for years, it made me an animal
I learned that
of state niggas get
Mad 'cause we rich (Hahaha, richhh)
Pick up a super chicken bac-ca
(Bac-ca, bac-ca)
He said selling 28 and a hundred by mail
For
my last album title song
but I understand it takes a year for niggaz to catch on
(hit em in the head dog) So let's get it on! yea
[Notorious
Comin' so swift and upliftin'
Shiftin' into gears everybody snap, tap
Clap cause this is the year
For Perfection, my motherfuckin' homies
To put they
a
lower middle class family with only one brother Michael whom I love
dearly. He was five years my senior. My father's nickname was Red which I
could
his reach and his potential
Rhymes gonna keep you alive, you live through
Universal - love and respect go out to Guru
It's a brand new year, you can
his reach and his potential
Rhymes gonna keep you alive, you live through, universal
Love and respect go out to Guru
It's a brand new year, you can
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
wake up everyday with my game face on
[Verse 2: Chuck D]
Break harder than ever, follow my lead
Through the fast lane in the game, they follow my
you smile
I hope that Santa brings to you
A very scary Christmas and a crappy New Year
But seriously, I hope yours are bad
And so I wish that you'd get
you smile
I hope that Santa brings to you
A very scary Christmas and a crappy New Year
But seriously, I hope yours are bad
And so I wish that you'd get
be addicted to sex (yeah)
And he claimin' album of the year (ha)
And his album be soundin' like me (okay)
All my children be soundin' like me (huh)
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