Lyrics:
By 1989 I want to be the one in control
Rock my white shoes bolo tie
The next big thing for five years running
It's not your turn
It's not your
Something about it, man
Same song and dance
In the pale moonlight (yo)
I'm looking at ya, yeah, girl, you're kinda tooken back by
The whole rapper
to take this the wrong way
But don't you think I'm old enough
And big enough and strong enough to play
The games that daddies play
My friend Billy
and you're there
Well, there's guys like you just everywhere
Looking back on the good old days?
Well, this young gun says caution pays
Young guns having
body
Won't you tell me where you're bleeding from
If you need a tourniquet or if you want to turn and quit
Know that I'll be by your side
You bled
And that's the burning sky
Oh and by the way I must tell you
Before I sign off, that I've got a meeting next week
With the head of a big corporate
I
See her in that very tight skirt
Got what it takes
Just to make yo hurt
Don't you see by those big bright eyes
Prefer to treat her nasty and low
though I know that we're finished
I don't want you to leave without knowin'
Just where I'm comin' from, babe
I just wanna say I made a big mistake
(can it be that it was all so simple then?)
(Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys)
Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's (can it be that it was all so
just like that
Chill out at the house and pump that bass
I'm tryin' to get rich as I rock the place
Everybody's got that same old dream
To have big
off the get back
Salute me then one, I'm out
Off to the races, my blazes ain't patient
They want to spray shit
Get elephant blown for stalking race
And that's the burning sky
Oh and by the way I must tell you
Before I sign off, that I've got a meeting next week
With the head of a big corporate
I
hard liquor
Some vodka that'll jump start my heart quicker
Then a shock when I get shocked at the hospital
By the doctor when I'm not cooperating
And I
[Chorus]
I want to run through those cottonwood trees
Fall asleep in a big bed of fresh fallen leaves
And in every wind that blows there's
girls with the tight black skin, dark and fine
That's the kind of girl I want to play with tonight
I want to do some nasty thangs, want to make her
Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that
my son, temptation is one thing that I've defeated
Listen to me, I want a single bill from you
Nothin' less, nothin' more
I told him I ain't have it
in front of me a big lump came in my throat
And my eyes watered like I had a bad old cold
A little sign on the back of the truck that read Giddyup go
Uh, hit me
Don't explain (uh), you never change (uh)
Same old thang (ugh), same old game (uh)
Say ya want (uh) to be wit' me (uh)
But show me
the oldest and we were the closest we worked that old farm side by side
I guess that's the reason it hit me the hardest the morning that my papa died
All I
with my life here
In that studio apartment with you
Little yellow flowers on the tops of trees as our only view
Out of the only window
Big enough for
big money for the enterprise
It's a beautiful day I guess for a bitch to roll with Andre I guess
Roll it up, baby come and lift that dress then roll
yeah
Yeah naw I don't fuck around, stay on my J.O.
Hov' been about that dough since I was a day old
Oh, push perico if I need to for the Root of Evil
done put way too much prep into this, back on your bumper, I'm wreckin' this bitch
I keep on talkin' 'bout healin' that's never gon' happen, you know
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