Lyrics:
I'd like to have stand up, who's a very very proud man
He used to be many years ago, a bad land farmer down in Dias, Arkansas
But he's Johnny Cash's
I walked out to the graveyard
Down by the Church of God
I looked upon the one I love
That would soon be covered with sod
Up along the Ohio River
Keep three shooters like the Mavericks
Short to the point like Nash is, fucking wit a savage
Niggas press they luck, get bucked like ashes
Three piece
lie down by me, baby
Run your fingers through my hands?
I been all around the town
And still I do not understand
Is it me or is it you?
not a player, I just crush a lot (don't wanna be a player)
But you know Big Pun and Joe are still down by law
Who's down to crush tonight?
I love
out like I was Tanqueray
'Cause you're my fella, my guy
Hand me your Stella and fly
By the time I'm out the door
You tear men down like Roger
A jam that you love that don't be gettin' no airplay
Strictly for frontin' when you're ridin' around
Twelve o'clock at night with your windows down
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in
explain the current, as I just smile
Hoping I just stay the same and nothing will change
And it'll be us, just for a while
Do we even exist?
That's when
is gone
And close another door
Just be sure that yours is not the one
And I'm singing for the stringman
Who lately lost his wife
There is no
the soul is gone
And close another door
Just be sure that yours is not the one
And I'm singing for the stringman
Who lately lost his wife
There is no
coyote town
And the interstate rumbles like a river that runs
To a rhythm that don't ever slow down
As cars and trucks and time pass by that old
sleepin' and Hip Hop is soft
EPMD is the boss like Rick Ross
We don't knock or ring or else we kick down the door with force
Bust you down, leave a sign
this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome to the party"
Hey Grandmaster 5 that old school shit's fresh
But uh let's rock some of that
Supa, aha
Two door, door riding, frog-eyed niggas can't see me
If I pop another X pill, I'll be out my misery
Crazy presi' beze'
Post traumatic stress, PTSD
If you from the hood then you just like me
Niggas kick in your door for a PS3
How the fuck do you expect me to be stress
might be
Wherever it is, it will be without me
I keep thinkin' I'll come home
One day and find you
Long as I got that neon light
Shinin' like a beacon in
Post traumatic stress, PTSD
If you from the hood then you just like me
Niggas kick in your door for a PS3
How the fuck do you expect me to be stress
your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy like Shoney's
That's Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies
I knock 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni
I swear
to the shower
Back to the sink, back to the bed
It's 3: 45, now I'm gettin' some head
I get cold, I get goosebumps
And I head out the door
That's similar to her
This truck needs a half tank
These wheels need a two lane
This radio needs three songs to play
To get me 'cross town to you
That dress needs
pawned
The factor max that proved the fact is melted down
Woven on the edging of my pillow
And my brother lays upon the rocks
He could be dead, he
along a Rand McNally, stand in line to pay for gas
God knows that shifting gears ain't what it used to be
I learned to drive that '55, just like
shaving coke
Stay away from hoes, put down the toast
'Cause I be doing the most, oh no
But every time I felt that was that, it called me right back
It
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