Lyrics:
Four foot celebrate, fifth all kinda ways
Oh, he ain't gotta say he think he gonna get away
Toting that thang, I'm d-cap that-a-way
The punk went
This is, Mystikal and Outkast
I'm representin'
[Mystikal]
I'm out for the big bucks and NO WHAMMIES
You can't stand it!
Make em feel
gonna blow his brain off his neck
We get up in the smug and start to ride kinda slow
And now we're in their territory
So we let all our triggers go
Twenty
Oney standin' over me
Today when that old whistle blows
I'll check in all my gear and I'll retire
The superintendent just dropped by
And said
it's gonna come for you)
Dead souls, nigga, this for Wally, Eazy, C's Uncle Charlie
Lil Boo, God's got him and I'm gonna miss everybody
I don't roll
beat
Me and Ren in the black CE, yo,
Poppin' some funky shit by the D.O.C
I gotta get paid, paid in a hurry see
I gotta have it if I'm not paid fully
It's alright, it's okay
I'm gonna make it anyway
Gonna make it, can't give up now
I'ma make it somehow
Sometimes I just feel like quitting I
Sure gonna miss her, hate to see her go
Blow, lonesome whistle blow
Well I'm walkin' 'long the highway- Jackson, Tennessee
Prayin' that she'll come
fear, let me hold something
Look in your face like you owe something
[Chorus]
I'm playing for the 'bucks' like Hakeem Warrick
Nickel bag in
gotta go
Oh lawdy I guess I'm never gonna lose the freight train blues
[ guitar - fiddle - steel ]
Now my pappy was a fireman and my mammy dear
Was
I'm standing shaking ground
And I've been thinking that
I'm gonna lose it
Cause I'm losing my head
I'm losing my mind
I'm losing control of myself this
P's weren't easy (easy)
I'm with Sheeran now, it's cheeky (mad)
Feds can't believe I'm on TV
They're having flashbacks of CCTV
Tough luck (ooh), he
What's it gonna take to fix two leaks?
Couple hundred bucks each and countin'
I know I said one more two hours ago and
I know I said by this time I'd
and where we gonna GO!
So fast its gonna blow dry your ass HOLE!
Get out the fast dramer says your moving to SLOW!
On your marks, get set, ready, GO!
we can't let go
She goes walking by in slow-mo
Sell your heart out for a buck
Go on, fade out before I get stuck
Talking to somebody like you
Do
love so much
But so what, I'm sleazy it's not easy being Joe Smut
With more bucks than you can count, more than what's in your clutch
I could fund
the enemy from killing us
But I don't know
I'm no mortal man
Maybe I'm just another nigga
Shit and that's all I wrote
I was gonna call it "Another Nigga"
by the hair on my chinny chin chin
I'm gonna find a way to get in
I'm gonna keep hangin' around
Till I huff and puff and blow your little house down
Eagle side, homie coming up
I was young and I didn't give a fuck
Long Beach nigga, a fiend for the bucks
Lean in my chucks, banger, I'm tough, yeah
spleens by the
Age of sixteen hearing the coach scream
Ain't lifetime dream!
I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up
So school I didn't show up
It
on the lawn
Dinosaur Victrola, listenin' to Buck Owens
Doo, doo, doo, lookin' out my back door
Tambourines and elephants are playin' in the band
Won't you take
claim my trophy, with honor, by its side.
I'm a big buck killer, that's how I'm known,
In the wide-open fields, I feel right at home.
With patience
the whistles blowing loud
When I hit the station
I'll take a taxi to the corner
I'm gonna meet him by a street car
Name of what-cha-ma-call-it
My
the crotch (crotch)
And we don't give a fuck (fuck) like you don't give a fuck (fuck)
Them hammers'll buck (buck), ashes ashes dust dust
Death toll addin'
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