Lyrics:
OLD HARRY JONES
(Billy Lambeth)
I met an old man on the streets today
He walked up to me and he asked me sir,
Can you spare some change
And so I
you wanna cushion the blow
Now stomp your fucking feet 'til you get to squishing a ho
It's pandemonium, standing O when you see him, oh
Damn, baby
got flex with me
Testin' me but I'mma pull my shit and let you see
That all that carry the jack ain't able to survive
So you haters need to quit with
I'm down to ride 'til the sun burn out
If I die today I'm happy how my life turned out
See the shootouts that I'm been in 'em by myself
Locked up I
of hours
Such a beautiful day
As I spy from behind my giant robot's eyes
I keep him happy 'cause I might fall out if he cries
Scared of heights so I
flash of light
I blast him right, nigga, that's yo' ass tonight (c'mon!)
I could put a bomb in your car and watch it explode (boom!)
Then make a call,
to believe what I read
So I went to hide to get some peace of mind
To know more about myself
When I'm face by the force
Back is against the wall identifying
Einstein in that I have a
Respect for life - in any form i believe in
Nature, in the birds, the sea, the sky
In everything
I can see or that there is real
um, have us be His children and
For us to see Him for the first time so we can rejoice with Him and have our time
And after we do that, He's gonna
flash of light
I blast him right, nigga, that's yo' ass tonight (c'mon!)
I could put a bomb in your car and watch it explode (boom!)
Then make a call,
of the homies jus got dusted
Time to do some dirt, uhh, I never trusted
them bustas shot him in the shirt, dead on arrival
Now the town is funky, it's called
That day I'll always remember, yes I will
Cause that was the day that my daddy died
I never had a chance to see him
Never heard nothing but bad things
[Chorus]
Hey gon' salute me
I don't flip, never that
But I know how to get it, I know where the money at
Them haters talkin' down, see him comin'
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave (Jesus, Lord)
I see 'em change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you,
escapin' the jack
Grabbed her by the throat, it's murder she wrote
You barely heard a word as she choked
It wasn't nothin' for her to be smoked
Then I
niggas hard niggas hard niggas
We some hard niggas hard niggas hard niggas (Some bad motherfuckas)
[C Murder]
I make money off top
jack
Tell that nigga go home tell that nigga goodbye
Spinning wit the gang all you see is fucking drive by's
Shordy on my line yeah she's feening for
wonder why he act so ugly, you feeling me?
(I'm feeling you)
[Chorus]
My pops got drunk when me and my moms bounced
Swigged some Jack Dan', sniffed
with anybody that got a problem
I'ma put supreme in the Impala, I'ma put some cream up in the bomber
Jack it that's it nigga go get a dollar, looking
I'm not wit none of that
Standin' around lookin' cool and shit
I want you motherfuckers to jump the fuck up
And have some motherfuckin' fun
You
her out on the town with some rich dude on her arm
CHORUS
We'll he's in demand
I'm just in supply
cnd when i see her take his hand I just wanna die
Foundation build on another and you's a goner holmes
She' built on em, supported by him
Conformed to him, now she's a body of bodies who transform through
enough for all the pain
You drive three miles from all this prosperity
Down across the river and you see a ghetto there
And we got children walking around
you.. some gangsta shit of catastrophic proportions
All the U.G.K. alumni like myself know what this is man
Hey Bun! Pimp C nigga!
I gotta '66 Impala
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