Lyrics:
I left a pawn shop south of Memphis
Destined for the freedom of the road
Livin' life just like a gypsy
Playin' blues rock and roll
I smell like
We were barrelling down old 17
When a man with a blinking red light
Was on our tail
He said you were doing 60 in a 45
But I'm gonna let you go this
an a-hole, AK holes
Think face blows
And understand I'm talkin' money by the case loads
Gun off safety, I'm in safe mode
I will hold court until the case
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
thought I couldn't flow
To a track laid back by Kid Rock G
Now even white bitches in the subberbs they jock me
With a smile pow wow they want this getto
We were barreling down old 17
When a man with a blinking red light
Was on our tail
He said you were doing 60 in a 45
But I'm gonna let you go this
On keys an Ace
Hot back up singers
The very best crew
Now that I'm here
We just need you
at the door by my government name
I made a promise, I'm never gon' change
Rolls-Royce umbrella, I'm hopin' it rain, yeah
Right back on it, designer my
and 9's
One-time's, sun-shines, and fine-ass bitches
Hawaiian Thai, drive-bys, six-fo's on switches
I was raised in the hood called WHAT-THE-DIF'
Where
thought Harry was a rock 'n' roll singer!
So he gave him the old glad hand, smiled, slapped him on the back, sayin',
"Don't worry, baby, I'm gonna play
flavors than a bucket full of fruit
In 92 we take cash 93 we take loot
Because the vinyl is delicious=20
I'm the nigga who's got bitches
Michael Ross is
crack, shit
Smokin boodah's off that brown orange boodah
Stabbin motherfuckers in the back, I ain't afraid to do ya
Roll wit niggaz, that's the same,
costs), I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
Tycoon, ty-tycoon
Dipped in sauce, I floss
I, I, I, I (you know)
Fizzed out
I'm a rapper trapped, trapped in a rock
YO, is in this to win this
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
hard, not one bit soft
Courageous and contagious so you better break North
Not a cold, on a roll, did you hear me cough?
Just listen while I'm dissin'
(laying flat)
Horizontal, while I'm running all up in it
To the rap jams, you know, that 99 beats a minute
Party shit
The R&B singers try to swipe
a rock 'n' roll band
And you're playing with the queen of hearts in your hand
And my father told me, yeah, you're the only one
Who can shake up
told my youngin' to spin and to let out, as soon as he let out I throwed a little sum (brrt)
Boss in my hood, I'm like Richard Porter
I just fucked
always get tripped by a van (skrrt)
I pop in my mama, my bitch, and even my baby mama whip a sedan
I just paid some bands with five-hundred grand, I'm
on the mic
The Butter P honey got the sugar, got the spice
Roll the L's tight, keep the rhymes right
Yo, I just made this motherf- up last night
And, uh,
and move on up just
Triffle further and reel and rock it
Roll it over, roll over Beethoven
Rockin' in two by two (woo)
Well early in the morning, I'm
head for the city
Be a singer in a rock n' roll band
Gotta pick up the pieces
Start all over again
Try to find my way but
There's too many roads
just kicking it luxury cliquing it
Watching the news the
Shit's fucking ridiculous
Roll a cigar cup full of codeine
Cash in a rubber band pistol in my
it ta' poppin' ma, its a little before 1
And I'm yellin' out hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, yo
I can tell by the ring in the middle of your tongue
You're
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