Lyrics:
on a song to blow, you know
I could turn this whole thing around
'Stead of a 9 to 5, dealership pays me in pennies, I got too much drive for that
What do I
Rat laughed and he shook his fat side
Yes, then Uncle Rat laughed and he shook his fat side
Uncle Rat laughed and he shook his fat side
To think that
Oh, say can you see
Anything about a Yankee that's a phoney?
I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy
A Yankee Doodle, do or die
A real live nephew of my uncle
coming up, finne pop up on the scene, and
Just got some drank from that boy with that Bird
And you know we just hooked up on some syrup
Now you know we
coming up, finne pop up on the scene, and
Just got some drank from that boy with that Bird
And you know we just hooked up on some syrup
Now you know we
my thang on her then I Alley Oop outta that
Bust my thang on her then I Alley Oop outta that
The shit that I be smoking, you can get by flight
Coast
Belly if you thinking you touching my fucking medals
Keep the metal by the celly, just incase you niggas forgot or can't get the message
All my niggas
not
Believe the way
You do ya thang
You got
Somethin' special
Believe me baby
They all jealous
The way you move that back girl
Got my attention all
shape,
All that Gucci Louie Chong got yo ass loosin weight,(leanin)
Gucci Mane got you straight, huh?
You know he got that cake,
Gave it to her first
you lay low,
Layzie Bone:
Nigga shoulda seen the Bone done cmae and touched down,
Came up with that thang and me creepin' up outta me hometown,
Me hate
Intro (Lah)
Everytime I close my eyes
Shorty I see you
Right there with me
Walk with me
Verse 1 (Joe Flizzow)
Girl I seen you do your thang
Make
gotta be like,
I just gotta be like you
Dear, Uncle Chris, Uncle Keith, Uncle Ricky,
Before the Lord get me, I gotta say something quickly
I grew up
you never think that you gon peep game
D*** but I’m gon give you n***** free game
It’s time to give you niggas free game
This for Jordan lul Z and uncle
got no money, Uncle Phil with the dot, (blaow! blaow!) hit the spot!
Eastgate to Westgate, Chilling by Village
Check the Auroma, put you in comma
Hot
uncle tom in reverse
Fuck with SOTM, get hurt
Got prospect, sully, and nikque with him
You’ll never hear the rollie tickin
Got ice on it like it’s burnt
I
aggressive then I'm a bitch
When I got attitude you call me a witch
Treat me like a sex-object (That ain't smooth)
Underestimate the mind, oh yeah, you
got that sticky? Me too
I smell that sticky, oh yeah
Who got that sticky? I do
I smell that sticky, oh yeah
Who got that sticky? Me too
You
what’s the motive?
Blinded by the fact that we too smart somebody knows that we came up!
Got our thangs tucked, 'n they know it,
Dangerous! We gon' get
Pop that pussy for a Nigga like I'm uncle Luke
I Be onnat Gas, I feel like Uncle Snoop
I Be on they ass and you know that I'm the truth
And I spit
off, shake them haters off
Yo snoop, it's your country uncle master p man
The black Tony Montana, I wanna tell you
Thank you for ery'thing you did
the results the same
Still packin' that 40, like back in the day
Don't talk too much about trauma, but I got a lot to say
If I tell you what happened to me, I
think two different thangs
One minute I love You then I cant Trust ah thang (Yeah )
Aye they say I'm crazy though but Man I got that crazy flow
Why tell
on me, singin' just like jazz
I'm Jordan Clarkson, a cup of wok, it got me saucin
You cross that line, that's when you lost me, my bitch a Barbie, but she
(Uncle Snoop Dogg.)
Yo' whats up, whats up.
(Could you read us a bedtime story?)
Alright, alright.
Y'all get my ash tray, get my lighter.
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