Lyrics:
tall not like 6'4 but like 9'8 we been had it
Funny how we used to talk about what we celebrating that's magic
Lucky no, never hesitate we ain't ever
Bossed up I'm feeling great bitch I'm 98
Seen alotta pretty bitches lotta bitches fake
But they all wanna piece of me so charge it to the game
Bad
tweed or no yak
more like 25 pounds of get back & I can tell by ya
walk it's talk back but if that ain't yo case let me take a ride
on yo' love
whole world
Is gonna come alive
Am I black
Black enough for you
Am I black enough for you
We're gonna move on up
Six by six
I gotta use my mind
damn
Lil bitch, you ridin' niggas dicks like a bitch
I got, six brand new foreigns on my wrist
I got six Forgiatos on my fist
I got fifty foreign
After six days of creating the world
The Lord has surely earned His
Seventh day of rest for instance
Take the day He created the animals
Just as He was
in the winter having cookouts
Smack by witch, look out
I'm like Barnabas, crab niggas tryin' to conquer us
They mad 'cause we jump outta cabs,
Casey Jones
Come all you rounders
If you want to hear
The story of a brave engineer
Casey Jones
Was the rounders name
On the big six wheeler
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Four, five, six seven eight nine
I'm a ten I've been called a lot
No lie I stay wit it like a new born with the formula
Cooking heat since '98 like
as cold as the clay.
"I can see by your outfit that you are a cowboy."
These words he did say as I boldly walked by.
"Come an' sit down beside me an'
on top
'Lo wears, and Tommy Hil' fly shit with a knot
The witty unpredictable live shit, drive by shit
Do-or-die shit, I'll take your lie and shit
to evolve
Can't seem to find out at all (uh uh)
I guess I'm being studied by Darwin (come again)
Hol' up take a second man this my callin' (okay)
All my cats
hid behind the freedom of speech
Tried to take the Fifth Amendment use it, twist it and bend it
And ended up dying to fill out in the heroes splinters
Casey Jones
Come all you rounders
If you want to hear
The story of a brave engineer
Casey Jones
Was the rounders name
On the big six wheeler
killed or raped
Best to be judged by twelve
Than to be carried by six
Best to be judged by twelve
Than to be carried by six
It's a long battle with
by the Rabba and the rabbis
Still living Mi, Mi
Bet I can make the six your home again
Woah, never alone again
You know you like my type
Take a break
him by the arm
He said Johnny, come and go along with me
Poor boy, Johnny, come and walk along with me
John Hardy stood in his old jail cell
song
But time
Ain't gonna rush for no-one
It's by design
To make us trust the unknown
It takes six new moons
Six new moons
Six new moons
To finally say
These little rappers I can see them in my dash cam
I know they're grouchy like Oscar by the trash can
I'm on stage, you can sit in the crowd
I be up in
zone might hit my dog Zo put some ice up on my pinky
Take a taste shorty say she like the ace by the bottle
Bad bitch I seen her in LA she a model
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Casey Jones
Come all you rounders
If you want to hear
The story of a brave engineer
Casey Jones
Was the rounders name
On the big six wheeler
These little rappers I can see
Them in my dash cam
I know they're grouchy like Oscar
By the trash can
I'm on stage, you can sit in the crowd
I be up in
you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain't the time for your tears
William Zanzinger, who
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