Lyrics:
yeah bitch I know
This shit ain't nun to me
Thirty bands all blues
Spent that shit today
She text "I love you", left it read. I ain't got shit to say
I
papa from Jackson's Hollow
You ought to see me strut
I'm a honey dippin' daddy
Got a hard hearted baby
She's a sheik shakin' Sheba but she can't
charm
Southern boy hangin' off her arm
Got big blue eyes and a little red neck
And a southern halo above her head
(Hey-Halo) x2
V2:
She's got brains
another round for me)
She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it)
She got them thunder thighs
I'm just tryna get struck by some
just me and you
Rhythm and blue she likes it
Yeah we go do this all day
She looks in my eyes
I hold your ties
Get closer let me give you good vibes
Her
The DOC- Hey yo Dre (yeah, what's happening?)
Have you ever met this female by
The name of ah Tairrie B?
Dr dre- yeah, yeah, I met her
The DOC-
in work yeah
Show me how you work when you put it down
Said she want a man that can hold her down yeah
Said I got too many girls in my DMs, but we
Got so much canned heat in my heels, yeah
Gon' dance, gon' dance my blues away tonight
You know I'm gonna dance my blues away
You know this boogie is
(Alan Rose)
One day the train was passin'
I caught it comin' by
To look this old world over under God's blue sky
My darlin' stood there weepin'
beer that's not what she'd choose
A little G&T and a little bit of rhythm and blues
Well she's my southern belle
And she's all that I need
Got all that I
Got no precious time to lose
It's Friday night in 'Frisco
Got them North Beach Tagging Blues
I'd rather have just one day
In the temple of the Lord
her
Cause the way we met felt like a movie (Movie)
She was in a blue black sweater looking cute nice sweater (Real cute)
But she curved like I'm only
flipped dat pack
I been feeling real fine
I ain't got time for a bitch
Can't get with the rhythm
Ain't no reason
Imma rhyme wit da bitch
They wasn't tryna
Yeah, you know?
Uh
I really thought my last girl would be my last girl
Life changes quicker when you live inside a fast world
She ain't want
(Cook that shit up, Quay)
Yeah (oh, and of course I got to shout my nigga, Barry)
Mh
I mean Quay, goddamn, Columbia, that nigga, goddamn, so
Bad lil, bad lil, oh Bad lil, oh
Got a chop and i leave it on the scene
Got a bad lil bitch for the team
She want dick everyday, she a fiend
She be
We in the big 10, play to win ya that's Michigan BIG BLUE
Snipe again another ship we win BIG BLUE
At the YOST up in Michigan big blue
That's all she
rollin', rollin', I ain't steppin' in weed
I got a bad bitch with me and I think she a freak
We about to make a movie girl, get the camera ready
Man it's
Im michael jackson bad tap dancing in neverland
These niggas jealous im sabotaging all of their plans
Sticky weed i be blowin harder than a fan
on the hardwood
They're shining offa you like what you got to lose
Well I don't mind a little waltzing, a little rhythm for my blues
I'm tired of talking, darling
that she do it I think I'm love but I know she gon fuck on my friend
I make a play I just got me some bowls money coming all over my end
Need me a milly
walked till I am dead
I got the blues this morning
Rollin' into jackson town
I got the blues this morning
I'm rollin' into jackson town
Ive been
the clouds on loud
I got raised by the blue street lights of four cities
My heros died in prison: George Jackson
Action, she's Buttaflyin, I'm cool eyein
And I
nine
Got a bad ole body on her
But look at her feet
That's that type of shit
That throw me off
I got her weak
She told me if I take a shot of Henny
I
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