Lyrics:
Dont need no partnas
Cuz I'm a shotta
Barrel to the head
They Gon try to rob ya
They don't know me
I'm by my lonely
Can't fuck with these bitches
these ambitions girl with the tip of my penis
To write stories, a young boy the genius
And I mean this, there's never been a day off
Never been laid off,
wrote it
You'd think that the way I get off tracks these freaks would floor the focus
All you sleepy Joes out here that's biting thinking I won't notice
I
(written by lowell george)
(performed by jackson browne on the lowell george tribute album rock and roll doctor;1997)
I've been the one who has been
Man life been so hard on me
By the grace of God I still get through
I know somebody watching over me
N now that you gone I hope you do too
I can't
don't fake mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away
Let me be
doubles for Davy Jones
(And he got beaten up by Brian Jones)
He's so amazing you should see his walk
It just screams "Get in
There with the pop-stars!"
Where these niggas mad (Eastside)
Wit' shifty plans, it gets me man
How they try to get a kilo out of 15 gram
Damn, damn I mean some say we trippin' (why)
the weather
Know it gets cold on them long nights
It's you I wanna hold on them long nights
We got separated by this long drive
Now I hit your phone to see if
are
To this day I still get in fights with the same broad
At the same Walmart arguin' over the same cart
In the middle of the aisle wylin', I don't
Don't question our authority and you'll get by
If not you're gonna have to write a couple lines
Cuz we don't want these kids to even have a spine
Cuz if
hundred trucks
There’ll be skinny dippin’, beer drinkin’, smokin’ fat ones
I think I hear Willy, George Jones or Hank
Buddy, make them guitars twang
Repeat
and a little old George Jones
Man when she says these words it really puts me in the zone
She says drive a little faster then i ask her
What shes doing later
Busta Rhymes
I stay on the scene white cup full of lean
With a bad ass chick sitten next to me
And I didn't have to get a hold no extacy
And the bitch
Just pay us
For these 32 flavors
Pure magic
Lakers
Weaving thru traffic
Ain't nothing that can
Break us
Or Raid us like a team
In Las Vegas
I send
open
Stomped a hole in the ground
And left the floor smoking
Then I said
Hold it down
Rolling loud
I'm rolling by
Ain't nobody in the crowd
They
days going hard in the trenches to get to the sack warren sap in his prime
Told my niggas we can't play wit these niggas we wiping yo nose
If u fuck wit
swagger was her dagger; she sashayed my way and gave me her math told me told to call her. I lured into her trap. Hypnotize by beauty this short cutie said
day by day (Okay) taking it day by day (Okay)
Taking it day by day I promise I'm bout to be making these waves (Yeah)
I promise I'ma take it somewhere
Prehistoric doo doo
Helping you get your shit together
Backstage at a Funkadelic rehearsal
We bring you the doo doo chasers
(Which one is George Clinton?)
thought I heard somebody calling In the dark I thought I heard somebody call
General George began the day by taking pink little pills
Sent his men
no such things as no strings attached
These days you're already under control when you're hatched
Hypodermically injected into a sperm or an egg
Well
George Jones
Now, one day a man in a pinstriped suit
Took the owner of the station to a restaurant booth
His pitch was simple, “you'll increase
those who don't know my name, know my name
They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in
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