Lyrics:
waiting by the phone
A little drunk and alone
Just throw me a bone
Cause I'm not letting go till your eyes say it's over
Darling we are on a roller coaster
bad to the bone
Got some real killers and they stay by the phone
Can't stay still, addicted to the road
For my niece, she get anything she want
For my
We was jeaned up with a t shirt on
Got my dog by my side and my girl on my arm
Gotta big ole truck and a big ole bone
We gonna ride up and down where
you can do dirt and stay clean
Niggas like that get pronounced dead on the scene
ain't no winnin teams cause everybody taken losses in they hood
I don't need no mirror, brand new shirt where's my scissors
Cut it up and take the tag, use the sleeves for an ole grease rag
My Levi's got them blood
get dressed I don't need no mirror, brand new shirt where's my scissors
Cut it up and take the tag, use the sleeves for an ole grease rag
My levi's
better sit down beside her
I know what you did last summer, bitch - slut - liar
(I sEe DeAd PeOpLe!)
< "You need to quit." >
[Mannie]
"Bartender,
clean up the mess
There's no distress in my mind, I've done this before
I layered up my clothes to soak up the gore
And what's more, I rigged the door
dem deevn need fi be in existence
yow
Fi dem badness a just actin (acting), dat a protein
Him ago need it, when di mini 14 bruck up bone zeen
Poppy
the front but we ain't fronting, we was in the back
Ain't no handouts you on some shit, like that nigga patch
Clean steal nice meal, Credit swipe, Cash still
Push and pull me
Try to control me
My flesh and bones will only break
(ToShay... the real ToShay... the real ToShay... the real ToShay... let's play)
Push and pull me
Try to control me
My flesh and bones will only break
(ToShay... the real ToShay... the real ToShay... the real ToShay... mother
and the breeze brings it closer
Now clean, a tested barge for better western lost woods of western testing testing testing
Lest we forget the best generation,
I'll be the King tonight
Give me some masked up jokers by my side
Give me all your weapons so I can clean up
This fucking world
Go!
Digital girl in
Crazy to think that twenty years with you is all I'd have
Time flew by fast, I'd rewind if I could
If I could look God in the face and ask him why then I
roller, TV screen, remote controller
A gold pick, stoler, bowling ball, bung blower
Used to run, stay wetter than Coca Cola
While coming down clean, I'm
niggas shootin', walkin' up and even drive-bys, die, die
Anybody got that 'balming fluid, we get the graveside, take it from the body in the daylight
Hallucinogenic chemicals
Old school like Casio
Slamming bones on the patio
Slow ride when the caddy rolls
With the dope man and a bag of Oz
Candy lady gave me Nine
And my flannel shirt is reaking out
Run for you life, cover your eyes I don't want you to see me party this hard
I've got a bone to pick with
and make it to the top
Until you take your last breath when your broken body drops
You gotta push I said that heaven is the limit
If you walk it
on the dresser before you leave
She watches and prays that there's no violence
Shed a tear
Mascara runs
Broken down
Wipe it clean when the next mark walks by
No
The last time I that I had a chance to talk to you
Been 2 years since the last time that I seen ya
No cap, in 2 years you'd be a senior
Came to the house
and embezzle We will never fail!
Take every risk, drop every fear
Cannons are ignited, the end is always near
Ravage, pillage, rifle, fight up till your last
shit's gonna change
I grab the chrome from the shelf
Cause it ain't nothing like left
Your last step or should I say your last breath
G is past death
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