Lyrics:
the trains and the banks
Removing that carpetbag money
And sticking it hard to the Yanks
Death always follows behind you
When you ride down that old
the Yanks
And drink their wives
The moon is clear
The sky is bright
I'm happy as the horses shite
Up came the Bottle of Smoke
Twenty fucking five
crank, rappers get spank
Stripes get yank, a superior rank
Won't stop the jock in some American car use a lyrical radar
But I'm rolling, the cartel's
the bases
Might yank you out the whip, strip you naked (get over here)
Niggas comparing MJ to "Weird Al" Yankovic (huh?)
It's a bitch ain't it? (bitch,
I have tried to read every page now
But the wind just blew it away now
Yank bravely-happened to choose you
To keep you every night
But you keep
The government tried to destroy my race but them man turned into (gangsters)
You think when Yanks come to England, they want to be around them (gangsters)?
I
new hips and yank her rib out
The message in this music, all my niggas had to live out
These are the games we play, we are the names they say
This
her heart into it - and you just yank it out
You pulled her love out through the window pane
that's what she gets for loving a hurricane
She
heart into it and you just yank it out
You pulled my love through the windowpane
That's what I get for loving a hurricane
I could've run off with
Yank out the cable and blow out the candle
Welcome to my spaceship
You're beautiful forever
She's right here where you left her
And the heart's
Yank out the cable and blow out the candle
Welcome to my spaceship
You're beautiful forever
She's right here where you left her
And the heart's
to death
Harangue me from a tree
Twist and shout until I crawl
Do the flip, do the flop
Piss on the wall
Well the Yanks hate the Reds
And the Greeks
to do
Hey, we've just got to show those Yanks, we mean what we say
They can't tell us what to do, we'll chase them all away
Oh, catch the train a'
the black diamond anklet
It's made out of farragut faggot, try to yank it
Got all glass, Benz in all class
I do it big, my first kid gon' have a crib all
discussions, holding forth about the Russians
Will the Red Chinese attack us
Do we need the Yanks to back us
And in bed she feels his shoulder, but he grunts
It's like, New York without a New York yanks
Better yet, New York without the New York franks
It's like hot summers without no AC
Or never hitting
the mirror
Like Yogi Berra, big Yank count bank
Movin work out the country, you think I'm Big Hank
Forty-eight waist with bass, all in your face
I be there, in
Yank out the cable and blow out the candle
Welcome to my spaceship
You're beautiful forever
She's right here where you left her
And the heart's
my block's hotter than Cajun
I cop them Haitan, Jamaicans, Cubans and Yanks
Program with every race, now I cuts my own steak
Known to take G trips
a lariat
Carry me home sweet chariot
With you
Angel toss your rope around
Yank me up from the ground
Sound the trumpets, send a hue
Ascending angels
(All night)
Mystikal, don't hurt 'em now
Grabbing at my pants, you trying to pull it out my pocket
Don't yank on the motherfucker so hard, you're
Yo
Yo the trains are New York Veins
The cities a cycle
People are the blood stream
Mean and ice cold laid back
Counter clockwise the dice roll
Yank
tell em niggas line up
I yank on 'em and throw the Birdman sign up
I seen tha hot spitta, he in this off season
He got the cheerleaders, they like
fast
Hunker down and yank yer britches up
Get it while the gettin's good
Know damn well that you should
Little piece of life just ain't enough
Get it
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