Lyrics:
I've never met but have known so well
From one Frank to another
Thank you for your dream
Your dream is now my own
And thank you Ludwig Van
For
I'm gonna drive her til she leaves the rail
For I'm eight hours late by that Western Mail"
Casey Jones, I'm gonna drive her
Casey Jones, til she
Hello police TPD
This here's Marlene Jones on Burns drive
I'm calling to complain about my neighbors
It looks like they're having another one
Your legs or your breasts
Mrs. Fried Chicken, you gonna be a nigga death
Created by southern black women to serve massa' guest
You gonna be a nigga
When Jelly Roll demanded his name
Hail, King Porter
Well, the man responded "Porter King"
(Dig 'I'm)
By order
Well, Jelly lef' th' city, but he wrote
They tryna get a nigga vote, nigga 'bout to sell dope
Another twelve months of quarantine, nigga goin' broke
Can't even lie to ya, I don't fuck with
think I'm in the Dungeon Fam, I see lo green
Sons raised by bo queens but there's no kings
(No kings, no kings)
Come with me
Run quick see, what do
but where the bodies at
All this money where the Bugattis at
But dig a lil deeper
And you'll find another insecure man sittin' in a 2 seater
The same
in the press
And chef it like Mrs. Fields, they're makin' the cookie stretch
I know it so well, I know the hustle so well
Stunt like I'm workin'
when I was young though
This thing I won't keep running from so:
I got molested by my 7th grade teacher, Mrs.
That ain't right
I tell 'em (I
a gun, gang affiliate
Told her, "Don't be worried 'bout none, lil' one killin' shit"
I take criminals where I go, but all legitimate
Put so many
[Mr. Lil One]*Talkin*
Yo this is what we fin to do
[Chorus: Mad One (Mr. Lil One)]
Let's ride ride, slip and slide
(From my side to your side)
an experiment!
Class: Yeah!
Teacher: We're going to test the law of gravity, just like Galileo, by dropping two objects out the window--one heavy and one
Tryin' to make a livin' it's harder every day
By the time I see a dollar just another bill to pay
I got a wife and family and the bills are pilin'
Another MC lose his life tonight, Lord
I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why
Oh Lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa
I haunt MCs like
Said that I dissed her,
'cause I wouldnt kiss her,
But I got her a picture and said I'd holla back witcha,
Hey, they say I'm like Mr. Bigsta,
All
in the press
And chef it like Mrs. Fields, they're makin' the cookie stretch
I know it so well, I know the hustle so well
Stunt like I'm workin'
Living life haha
Buss JD
I don't need no Prada
Like episode 1 Qui-Gon
Now I got binx like Jar Jar
Nobody cares
You gotta work harder
So our father
Hallowed
a new day, I'm the same nigga tho
She told me kiss her ass, special day mistletoe
Opps stay watching my page, never miss a episode
Real street boy, gone
Call it Pac's revenge
I'm a motherfuckin' animal
Lil Jon be canibal
Every nigga in Atlanta Know
I'm psycho insane about my cash, they should re-open
sandwiches by the bunches, ha ha!
One day Mrs william come
Made me write it on the
Blackboard five hundred time
"I will not take nobody's lunch"
"Will not take
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I couldn't help, but notice your pain
(my pain) , it runs deep share it with me
Ain't nothing changed
I still sit watching the time go by
I
with another chick from my building
Kick her a** out and have breakfast like a mo' f***a'
I'm with another b**** by super
Yeah me and hate that's
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