Lyrics:
I was takin' a trip out to LA
Toolin' along in my Chevrolet
Tokin' on a number and diggin' on the radio
Jes' as I cross the Mississippi line
I
Stranded out in the night
Eliza took me down
To see the widow give
Rain to the town
It's against the law
To be a tonic man,
But the widow knows
Bitch I'm so rich I got that old money
Bitches talking shit and it's so funny
A year ago she called me so bummy
Now she put my line she wanna fuck
She said
"Boy, you better take out the trash."
Then I said, "No."
Then she said, "Slow down."
She told me
"Put yo chest out and be a man."
Then I
to all employees, and I'm here to teach the principle
'Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Voorhies
Man, fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real
speaking to you from inside a man's body
Shout out one of my best dudes, Mango
Sorry bout that night I left you out and you tango'd, but (Getting Ready!)
You
or one could say hot rod
Old man downstairs was washing his truck when it went into reverse
His truck arched into the rear of my parked car where
at the time
But that old car was also my home
About five miles out I was
Getting kind of tired
Sweating hard and feeling kind of weak
I woke up with no
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Nothin' can save ya
I mean crabbin', played out by backstabbin'; I feel like tyin'
romantic man who doesn't play with your emotions but he still finds something to play with
Dancing by the seaside
Got a cup of Hennesey
Called out of work
But, the third night I got stranded, way out of town
At a cold, lonely crossroads, rain was pourin' down
I was hungry and freezin', done caught
just keep running…
I thought I got better, working on myself all by my lonely
These past few years I just been running from the old me
Hate seeing old
vigorous
Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,
And I do it to get my dick wet
Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my
Tom Joad got out of that old McAlester pen
'Twas there that he got his parole
After four long years on a man killing charge
Tom Joad came
way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
(Hey, ayy)
I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn
I'm for the law and order the way that it should be
This song's about the night they spent protecting you from me
Someone called us outlaws in some
Late-night I’m reminiscing cause it hurt
Late-night I’m in my feelings off them percs
We both wrong but you started this shit first
The same ones I called my
I grabbed her by the hair it came off in my hand
And that beautiful girl was just a beautiful man
And old Jim just got sick right there on the floor
Constant battle in my chest come and feel the tension,
I traded my old heart for a new one,
I'm done with this mess it's time to move on man i'm
Gone,
Atlanta, checkin your long legs, got me smirkin
Fixed me dinner one night, candles lit
Kinda ahought you was slick in the beginnin
But it teurned out
And I won't say I hate the shit
I just won't play the shit
Still the queen out the brook
My crown still fit me right
Still in the streets like a city
him a while to get his head together
Alex one day out in LA, made a call in New York
Told his man Oc, God it's goin' down, fly the whole team in for
and pitch ya
The one that called me a spook
His name is officer David Duke
If the crowd weren't around they would've shot me
Tried to play me out like
a better time and I guess I never will
Oh Lawdy mama those Friday nights
When Suzie wore her dresses tight
And the Crocodile Rocking was out of sight
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