Lyrics:
it up? (It up)
'Cause then I'll have to keep you up
Shit, maybe I'ma keep you up, boy
I've been drinking coffee (I've been drinking coffee, coffee)
claim to understand
She bakes brownies for the boys in the band.
Early Sunday morning
When the sermon lines are forming
And Saturday night is
Just 100Band or 100BandXan?
Ain't ya done wit' the drugs boy?
Ooh, ooh, ooh ayy, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ain't ya done wit' the drugs boy?
All that lonely
know a trick
Don't walk and limp my chopper is my walkin' stick
Everybody got they pack boy, ready to dip, Europe
UK, 25,000 dollars on a trip
I
Butterfield's band up there, ain't it?
Sure soundin' good
Boy I love, I love that music
Alright
That's what I like about Chicago
I love good music and I love
Let's go
Its ya boy WEEZY BABY! Holla, ay aye
Bitch im down with my squiddys
And i ride for the cause
Its the s-q boy with the big fuckin cars
If
lets go
im bout to murder this shyt
im bout to murder this shyt
its ya boy weezy BABY
holla
ay ay
bitch im down for my squiddies and i ride for
down it's going down
Blue band by zero
Zero by zero is around
What goes around
Goes around and around
And around and around
Mzuka sound
To the world
Well, I was working this joint in Dallas
To make the payment on my car
Just a weekend stand with a local band
They had me playin' rhythm guitar.
Said she tired of lil' money, need a big boy
Pull up 20 inch blades like I'm Lil Troy
Now it's everybody flockin', need a decoy
Shawty mixing up
only been choked, seven zones
I'm grown, and well known to be surviving in hell
Hangin round long enough to get through the clouds
It's something by (?)
Wham Bam Sam
Drumming king from New Orleans"
That's right, and I've been summoned here
By the owner now you tell him old Wham Bam
Sam has come to his
Ah
Whoa
Oh
Yeah, yeah
Mama had five boys, me, I was the middle child
By the age of thirteen, bitch, I was young and wild
Caught my first
boy band in the world, D12
I'm the lead singer of my band
I get all the girls to take off their underpants
I'm the lead singer of my band
My salsa
stony
And wet
Gonna be picking it up
For the boys who got slack in a band
Papa Roach four fingers
Of a hand
Retarded
Shut up n die
Shut up n die
I
boy band in the world, D12
I'm the lead singer of my band
I get all the girls to take off their underpants
I'm the lead singer of my band
My salsa
on the Benz (speeding)
Runnin' through bands, I'm rich (I'm rich)
Everything president tints (hoo)
I'm on Ocean with a bad ho (Ocean, yeah)
Top down, she
Said she love a boy with a BDE
Well your boy was lookin' for a PYT
Kanchi wari pari sabbai BAD
All the cake she was packin', wanna EAT
Take you
but that lttle country boy sure can play
(Chorus)
his Mama told him someday you would be a man
You would be the leader of a big old band
Many people
Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it
You can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake it
Everything lined up for the taking
And what I need
to see him sitting in the shade,
Playing to the rhythm that the drivers made.
People passing by would stop and say
Oh my that little country boy could
By Jimmy Driftwood
Along about eighteen and twenty-five
I left Tennessee very much alive
I never would have got through the Arkansas mud
If I hadn't
their case. Rappin rhymes over funky bass. You better watch out boy, you're gonna get censored, or knocked up side your head by a public defender.
So, if you wanna be like me
Here's the rules, one, two, three
You gotta find a killer band
Then bust your ass, you understand?
You gotta rock,
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