Lyrics:
Window facing an ill-kept front yard
Plums on the tree heavy with nectar
Prayers to summon the destroying angel
Moon stuttering in the sky like
got no one, then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out
[Chamillionaire]
Niggaz was throwing
Men of flesh hitch a ride shorts and tans and greasy thighs at night drive into slimy bars and piss it out on our front yards they're looking in our
to mention hurricanes and rising sea levels
Back in Los Angeles, things aren't looking much better
My treehouse that'd been standing for 80 years succumbed
You be illin'
(To)day you won a ticket to see Doctor J
Front row seat (in free!) no pay
Radio in hand, snacks by feet
Game's about
Me and my boys went out just to end up in misery
Was about to go home when there she was standing in front of me
And said, "Hi, I got a little place
Same old, same town
Going nowhere
Need a brand new view in front of me
Don't need no map, no need to pack
And don't care much if we come back
stands in front of me,
By the look in your eyes.
By the look in your eyes.
My whole life stretches in front of me,
Reaching up like a flower,
Leading
in the front
Fittin' tight around her hips
And there inside her room
She stands and gazes at herself
Where beauty lives in memory
She lives in
Bill Thaxton was an ex ranger
One of the bravest by far
It's said that old Bill was
The fastest man ever
To pin on a ranger's star
Stories about him
take a ride on the flyin' spoon? Doo, doo, doo
Wondrous apparition provided by magician
Doo, doo, doo, lookin' out my back door
Tambourines
too
'Cause before I hit the pens I'm gettin' bailed by Clue
Holla back young'n (wooo-wooo)
Holla back (wooo-wooo)
Holla back young'n (wooo-wooo)
Something about it, man
Same song and dance
In the pale moonlight (yo)
I'm looking at ya, yeah, girl, you're kinda tooken back by
The whole rapper
You said you were leavin'
You ain't comin' back and that's that
If there was love between us
It was all wrong, so I'm gone
Ever since the day
fuckin', fuckin')
From the front to the living room, yeah
Let the boys make love, let me fuck ya from da back
Hair pullin', hot wax, they won't do it
hand so you best not sleep
No, I'm not Herman Munster or Dr. Spock
I go by the name of the King Adrock
So here's a match, my ass and your face
Listen
I'm dead headin' down from Tulsa
Goin' back to San Antone
My baby called me up this morning
Begging me to come back home
Haulin' high hopes
gotta step it up and go
Front door shut, back door too
Blinds pulled down, what' cha gonna do?
Gotta step it up and go
Yeah, go
Can't stand pat, swear
of a 'Lac
With a latch on the back of the trunk
Hit a punk in the back with a pump in the back, till he's off balance
And I'm back in the front
You made me feel good
After all this time,
Welcomed me home
With my name in lights,
Took me by the hand,
Shook away my fear,
Brought back the memory
you can't fuck with
They thought luck did it, but it didn't cause I'm back again
Back with the Big and my new-found friend
Sliding in from
noises
No one left to blame, stand by for the last refrain
I still hear the moving trucks back up in our front yard
Today is the day I forget all
shit
I lost my mind
I can't get it back
The way that I'm spittin', yo
I spit ya fuckin' wig back
Don't front, my squad got you opin
Hit you with
on the front line, livin' it up
We got ladies in the back straight, givin' it up
It ain't nothin' but a thug thang (thug hang)
World wide mob figga, let me
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