Lyrics:
That's on the date the day I take the block off
Pulled up, and they put me in them cop cars
Please believe me, this ain't easy by far
You forgot you're
looking over me
Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red
You used to be
the charts with my pain
Five hundred mil and I fall back in the 6ix
Finally give you niggas the space you need to exist
Michael Jackson shit, but the palace
best trade unions
I could find, I paid my wages, a, dues six months in advance
I waded forty eight miles of swamps and six big rivers
Walked across two
search this wide world over
Never find a sweeter man as me
I want six crapshooters to be my pallbearers
Three pretty women to sing a song
Stick
A Problem
Red Light Dot
Red Light Special
Red Light Pop
M.I.A. To The Bay
Where The Women Shake Like They On That Yay
Mammi On The Ying, That Is Not To Play
'm 6'5 and I look damn good
I drive a Maserati
I'm a black belt in Karate
And I love a good glass of wine
It turns girls on that I'm mysterious
I
No one knows
That little Miss Red is little Miss Blue,
And she looks a lot like you
Around the eyes.
Nobody was home in town.
Nobody was home in
their families,
Young women with little children by their sides
Come night we'd wait out in the canyons
And try to keep 'em from crossin' the line
'm proud of my roots
Red, white and blue are the colors I bleed
I'm a Johnny Cash junkie and a Buck Owens freak
We got redneck women driving ATV's
search this wide world over
Never find a sweeter man as me
I want six crapshooters to be my pallbearers
Three pretty women to sing a song
Stick
What you say hammer? Proper
Where are the real women?
This raps grand national dJ Quik and Jon B
I ain't down to Earth I'm in
A stratus and I love
in my pocket
How I wish I had oil wells in Texas to keep me supplied
With money while I sit by your side
Every day of the week
We would visit
Eight years old, couple cane poles sittin' down by the creek
Lines in the water watchin' those bobbers, seein' that red sun sink
Mama's
In a space, allocated to me by the human race
Inhabiting this area until I die this space is occupied
I'm in a space leased by kind permission
cherry red
Cherry red
Red an cherry red
That's the reason I rather
Be a little catfish
So I could swim way down
In the sea-ee
I would have netted
the average brother
Cause you raped our women and we felt it
But it'll never happen again if I can help it (me neither)
Cause nobody in my neighborhood has
Bartender-tender-tender-tender-tender
Pour me another cup cup cup cup cup
Get fucked up!
Juggle women, but I'm far from a clown
In doubles and triples, I'm knocking 'em down
So watch
One by one, they followed the sun,
One by one, until there were none.
Two by two, to their lovers they flew,
Two by two, into the foggy dew.
And it’s them red women at my red eye zone
I get at red, at red dot com
I’m high and my girl high yella
Fine as wine, put her in a wine cellar
Roses are
That's where I first saw Mary
On that roadside picking blackberries
That summer I turned a corner in my soul
Down that red dirt road
It's where I
I do what I wanna do
I say what I wanna say
When I feel, and I
Look in the mirror and know I'm there
With my hands in the air
I'm proud to say
to buy my love a ring
I stopped me by the tavern where the painted woman sing
Says I I'll take one look inside but I'll not touch that wine
And in the morn
search this wide world over
Never find a sweeter man as me
I want six crapshooters to be my pallbearers
Three pretty women to sing a song
Stick
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