Lyrics:
cookies to the golden gulls
Lived in a mansion full of skulls
She liked me to put my X into her Y
She moved like a goddess floating by
The dead cat bounce
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
All preset panel lights are correct, the ready light is on, eject from the umbilical.
Cap Com: Oil evacuate.
Cap Com: Mercury umbilical clear.
Cap
and that's ok with me
I'm free -- I think I'll check the oil in my van
I'm free -- I've got tickets for all five nights
of the Grateful Dead
I'm free --
Now the king told the boogie men
You have to let that raga drop
The oil down the desert way
Has been shakin' to the top
The sheik he drove his
cry over my weeds
Ten percent discount a start guarantee
Gas and a check for the oil
"If failed to clean, 30 day return policy"
That's comforting
I
And the evening news comes in by satellite
About the Arabs and the Israelites
Seems that somebody's Gods always trying to pick a fight
How many more must fall
A hustlers dream to make $20 Million clean rinse and wash another 10 do it all indictment free
Foreign V's on the scene, maybach and denim jeans, jubilee up
for all us enchanted by Holy Ghosts
She lent our underground a parachute
Or rich tented cotton sheet
A giant piece of Ten City Heaven Heaven
And angry words are spoken
The milk's gone bad
And the phone rings once and stops
A sign on the door says open
3000 miles
Time to change the oil (x
And in last place by ten lengths I believe it is, yes,
It is Feitlebaum.
Around the turn,
Heading for home,
It's Stu Chan and Dog Bisquit and Girdle in
they unimportant
Call my dawg, he say it's all the way retarded
Keep the oil 'cause I am not using the Foreman
Kitchen, I just finished up a new
drills
Cattle, cowboys and shit-kickers
And the rest of us, waiting for...
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
How did this come to be?
You didn't pick me
Well,
he did enough
So he sold off half the garage
Just to make an extra buck
Family of 5 and a total
Lack of sleep at night
A million bids submitted
But
You ain't sayin' nothing slick to a can of oil
Tell your man to tell his man that his man's a girl
I holds weight, y'all niggas skinny like Olive
the Bush administration
announced a recession had stricken
the Nation the highest quarterly
earnings in ten years were posted
by Chevron©
Meanwhile a budget
10). HE WILL: Intro
Verse 1;
I will stand upon my watch to see what the lord will do,
He will do a new thing and my life won’t be the same,
and focus my skills for other things
I took the steel wheel, I'm steerin' in other lanes
But my fuel on low and my oil need to be changed
Amongst all
the Saints
Nigga saying it's a drought
Takeoff still having pints
Still playing with that oil
Still playing with that dope
Might catch me on the nawf
over (Love takes me over)
It's always nice (It's always nice)
Touch pon di ends and a incense herbs and oils
Scrapbook newspaper clippings and files
the WARLORD of the road,
Riding, riding, riding, ain't never growin old.
Take what I want and I go where I please
Got the world right by the balls. This
of the Hummer
I joog out the back of the complex
I work that wrist like a
Timex, I do it big, nigga, 5X
I did not give out no freebie
I don't play Let's Make
brats fat dj's deciding what's hot spinning snake oil that the suckers forgot is the same slop they've been shoveled for thirty five years the public
the staph
I always had the gift of gab ailens gave me the gift of math our souls ar tied cant get them back
Theres oil by the fuckin border conspiracy theory
Discuss these oil 5 by oil 10 Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In