Lyrics:
told Billy Ray
In his red Chevrolet
I needed time for some thinking
I was just walking by
When I looked in her eye
And I swore it was winking
She
couches, ounces, by the fountain
On James all night man, it’s going down
Sacked up, band up
Vic higher than a truck
30 in the 40,
Try to rob,
I’ll cock
hate
To follow I'm a leader
James up in the crowd while
I'm standing on the speakers
Your ho got me fucked up
Talkin' like I need her
Trinidad look
there's something on my mind)
By the way you look at me
(Oh the way I look at you, you look good to me)
And what you're thinking brings happiness
you to remember me by?
To make your time more easy-passin'
Oh, how can, how can you ask me again?
It only brings me sorrow
The same thing I want
the same
Bringing it back like Rogaine
Let us do us like romaine
Walk right by the line in my mink
Got a gram of moon rock slipped in my drink
Gotta hit
bring you back
She got you thinking you're safe with her
She ain't as tasty as my sugar
I'll take you back
To the sugar shack
You got me crawling
you to remember me by?
To make your time more easy-passin'
Oh, how can, how can you ask me again?
It only brings me sorrow
The same thing I want
there's something on my mind)
By the way you look at me
(Oh the way I look at you, you look good to me)
And what you're thinking brings happiness
And bring it back to the block nigga
Haha, fo' real, so if you gettin yo money
That drank money, you gettin it
You know, I'm just worried about me now
Got all
their song
Sung by a happy corpse
Foreseeing a pretty girl drawing
Her arrow
But what they want to know
Will she bring him
True love
Or sorrow
understand with her old ass
Spend a half a million and go back and make some more cash
The hair trigger Brazilian, you would get your whole hood waxed
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
of the blues
Scream little choo-choo
Bang your xylophone track
You can wail all night long
But you can't bring her back
I've done so much crying
The flesh
I saw the morning
It was shattered by a gun
Heard a scream, saw him fall, no one cried
I saw a mother
She was praying for her son
Bring him
about 5 more
And don't bring her here is she ain't a real live hoe
Old school pimpin', don't call this a throwback
And fuck a couple hoes, I need
girl brings me two raw eggs and a shot of gin
Then I give it all up for that little blue pill
That promises to bring it all back to you again
Yeah,
bitch to watch her hands, push yo' shit back
I be walking with that thirty in my pants, you can't miss that
I know you see the way these diamonds dance
mash up and match up
The tide go low, we bring it back up
The tide go low, we bring it back up
The tide go low, we bring it back up
Got me on my
corners
Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters
I'm meaner in action
Than Rosco beating James Tarteenyer
And smackin' his back
on Sunday the most
She sits alone on that same old pew again
His tenor voice still echoes now and then
It brings back all those memories
Of him there
me straight
I can't live without her I fuck her everyday
Shawty stayed by my side when I started grindin'
She da main reason why a nigga shinin'
send the- back then
Numbers, pimpin' and robbin', well they still robbin' and pimpin'
But it's small change compare to hip hoppin'
And did I mention
The world is hers she wanna hold it she wanna hold it
She blow the smoke and hit the bottle
Oh yeah she living by the code
Making her money on the road
Cold
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