Lyrics:
, candy paint, sprayed by that Eddie
12 coats of that clear lookin' like some grape jelly
My paint's drippin' wet, my slab is superb
Park the truck
Early Sunday morning
On this 757
In my feelings, Watchin the sun rise
What a sight
Now The eddie’s kickin in
On a solo flight
No friends here to talk
a winding road, oh
(Is a winding road)
I hitched a ride with a Crazyhorse showgirl
She says she's been down this road more than twice (Time)
She wanted
like money hopping out the Eddie Bauer
And if you feeling what i feel then you feel that
And if you feeling how i feel then you feel that
And i if
hard liquor
Some vodka that'll jump start my heart quicker
Then a shock when I get shocked at the hospital
By the doctor when I'm not cooperating
look for you like every time
(Sex, money, feelings, die)
(Sex, money, feelings, die)
When I get there have it nice and wet
Can't stay long, got
you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane?"
Ain't nothin' wrong, snap your head to the song
Word is bond, you get wrong
I'll have you sing like Louis
want lie
I just got to get loose
With you tonight
I don't want to down you, I want to make you high
And I get this feeling whenever you walk by
If
many enemies and no killers
Too many that hate snitchin' but know squealers
I get stacks (stacks)
I blam hard with the click-clack, that Antarctica wrist
Mr. Blue
Mr. Brown, Mr. White, Mr. Blonde, Mr. Orange
Mr. Pink, Mr. Blue, Nice Guy Eddie
Reserve Voyeur D.A.W.g'$ Shit!
Get your max out mother fuckers!
Help me
I think I'm falling
In love again
When I get that crazy feeling, I know
I'm in trouble again
I'm in trouble
'Cause you're a rambler
Still moving this flavor
With the homies Blackstreet and Teddy
The original rump shakers
Shorty get down, good Lord
Baby got 'em up open all over
I'm gettin' at
Who thinks it's wrong 'cause I'm splittin' and co-hittin' at
Well if you do, that's O.P.P. and you're not down with it
But if you
chain like a penguin's Pelligrino
We cold, we cold
Used to be in Lake Forrest with the Kobe fro
Eddie Bauer coat, Foams, and a load of dope
Boat load
shoot us down for fun
If they want to play
Then let's make 'em pay
Shoot them down with a fuckin' gun
We gotta
(REPEAT CHORUS 2X)
I took her out, it was a Friday night
I wore cologne to get the feeling right
We started making out and she took off my pants
But then I turned
on (come on)
I'm talking to you, come on the Working Hour
This is the working hour
We are paid by those who
Learn by our mistakes
This is the working hour
on my brow, let's settle it now
I'mma show you how real cowboys get down
I'm polishing gold, waiting for this drama to unfold
I got a blunt rolled
karate don't know kung fu man
I'm not from Asia man
I tote them poles im like a fisher man
You're epifauna man
I smoke a niqqa with the swisher man
That's
the bottom with me
You got a problem with that then obviously you got a problem with me
Pitbull putting it down for our city. Miami
Pitbull M.I.A.M.I. tike
Turn the radio up
It's time to get down
Feeling high on the hopes in the wind
Your first lover to love and the lightning above
Taking off to where
of doubt
Even when you bitches are counting me out, and I appear to be down for the count
Only time I ever been out and about is
Driving around town with
Violently happy
Come calm me down
Before I get into trouble
I tip-toe down to the shore
Stand by the ocean
Make it roar at me
And I roar back
Play a record by my favorite band
Jump up enjoy the sound
Show everybody how just how you get down
Get loose now, get down
Everybody everybody
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