Lyrics:
c'mon
Yo, make this money
Throw yo' loot on the ground, c'mon
Bounce in your whips, c'mon
Bitch lick yo' lips, c'mon
Dangerous MC's
My nigga this be
c'mon
Yo, make this money
Throw yo' loot on the ground, c'mon
Bounce in your whips, c'mon
Bitch lick yo' lips, c'mon
Dangerous MC's
My nigga this be
Ruling the lands
Wild and free
Spirits of the mountain
Show me the way
Along hidden paths
And old roads abandoned
Guide me, oh wise ones
On this my quest
in the garden and
helping pick the cotton and the corn
Then came the time of the Mississippi floods and all
of his work went down the drain
The land
makers
You gon get bars straight from this
Foreigners phone like jail breaker
I get rid of your bars like bail bondsman
Since you don't wanna sit in
The stagehands came for a drama that they never seen
This is evergreen
You can feel it in the balcony, the mezzanine
Tragedy, Agony, end scene
I emerge from
you, all I get is wild thoughts
Wild, wild, wild
You remind me of a West Side Story
Wild, wild, wild thoughts
Growing up in Spanish Harlem
Wild, wild
the right filter for taking that selfie
My Ireland is rich land dressed by Penneys
My Ireland is The Quiet Man
And Waterford Whispers shouting for us all
My
when he made this land
The Lord said yes, there's a plenty on hand
But I left it down by the Rio Grande
The fact is ol' boy, the stuff is so poor
I
wild, run wild
We swam in the night after the lilies closed
It was spiritual
A fountain of youth, we spiked it with whiskey, though
I won't live too
never knock me
She said she want me in her fantasy
I told her she better stop it
I know this hoe ain't no fan of me
She don't even know a song
I play
One, two… one, two… warning!... this song is very Emo…
(Intro)
Today I threw the compact, she left in my car... out the fuckin’ window… it seems so
slit your throat
Head in a Glad bag buried up the road
Land of the lost, parts unknown
You might make it here but you won't make it home
Deep down south
the farm seem electric
Now check, it this is when that shit got hectic
Directed by Hannibal, the animals attacked
Old Sam was in a state of shock and fell
was Granada
It still can be found in the hills all around as I wander along
Entranced by the beauty before me
Entranced by a land full of flowers
Oh, oh, oh
You don't know my wild side when I'm in the spotlight
You don't know my wild side when I'm in the spotlight
I be gettin' so high I damn
blind with a trail to find through that blank and bitter land;
Half dazed, half crazed in the winter wild, with its grim heart-breaking woes,
he's got in this world is a big old Wild Cat
That sleeps down at the foot of the cave kills off the big rats
I think I'ed like to see this guy well I
man by the hand
Try to help him to understand
We can all be together
For ever and ever
When we make it to the promised land
Our bible reads
Thou
by the hand
Try to help him to understand
We can all be together forever and ever
When we make it to the promised land
Our bible reads
Thou
It's not just holding hands, it's a spiritual kin
I'm hopelessly romantic, in love with you completely
And I'll express it with respect, in this rap
Born on a mountain top in Tennessee
greenest state in the land of the free
raised in the woods so he knew ev'ry tree
kilt him a be 'are when he
romantic than stealing someone's property
That black jumpsuit suits you oh so well
I'm having so much fun, if you couldn't tell
By the way I tell you
(I'm
Down in the heart of the southern heat
Where the whiskey flows and the guitars meet
We're living fast, no time to slow
In the land where the wild
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