Lyrics:
the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head
I'm that nigga
want expensive champagne
No cheap shit on rocks
The wind from Miami, park right by the docks
They say, they say
Be careful what you wish for
They say,
a day say that to my face
What a way wonder where I'll stay
Run the race, never run away
Day to day, face
Life is great, came up on them grace
They
happy to see me
The Unit, by now you niggas should be used to it
I guess I gotta play the tape back and let you view it
Take these bullets out this K
[Intro]
Man, niggas be gettin' tha wrong impression of these niggas down here in Cashville
They thank it's country musik mayne, mothafuckas got money
and these dues are insane
If you make it to the top, congrats--good for you
You don't have to sell drugs; you can do it through school
You can make it by
Evolution, revolution
Are the parents of one another
Moving ever moving crushing
Everything that gets in its way
Smiles telling lies about
The way things are going I'm moving to the sun belt
Stars and stripes, forever is a long time
Don't ask me what's to be done
Ask what you can do for your
he said if you look a little deeper
For something in his life
We could understand the reason why
He reached out for a knife
Oooh what happened
Demand to be buried like Eva Peron
It's quite a sunset
And good for the country in a roundabout way
We've made the front page of all the world's papers
our communities from you perverted, homosexual, baby killing freaks
In the name of God and country and the right to bare arms
By any means necessary,
I shine
I'm driving myself through the country
The loneliness stands to confront me
But seeking another in a long lost lover
Is a sure-fire way
to enfold them,
And they're gone like a breeze rushing by.
Ah, this is a humdrum world,
But when I dream I set it dancing.
When life is gray, I have
I'm passing them by
Dublin Town
Bright lights all around
All the different sounds
Concrete surrounds
You need a few pounds or there's nothing to do
No
my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want
To Al Green To Bring out The Old Days
Wishing OG's Was Still Stuck Into They Old Ways
No Snitches No Bitching Getting Digits By The Hour
Ignore The Phrase
at gettin' by
Well the longer I'm gone, the more I see
The city brings out the country in me
And finds it's way into every song i write
That's why I sing
out, and the men going down
We were caught in harm?s way
Way too far from home
Well it?s not about pride or the headline story
Not for the country
them whose denying us life
You'd think with all the pain our country has inflicted
That we'd be going out of our ways
To put some positive back
country by the balls for generations
The establishment has used every divide and conquer tactic
It could muster to keep us civilians at arms
Greedy
about the shit that you be doin'
Cuz if money really talks then I would see the way you movin'
Uh, yeah I gotta start a movement
For people like me who
congregate, they shrimp. Anyone not in on the secret, or just passing by, would think that shrimping consisted of a person lying on the ground and writhing,
Rad
By the way Tony got that work if you wanna relapse
Conversation ain't bout nathin if it ain't about them checks
Feds is watching
Niggas is
standing on the wall looki here trying to
play hard roll with your peer's no good here trying to slide
off the wall, tryin to leave this country like
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