Lyrics:
Rick Rock beats
Hand me my tray, baby
Baby gettin' fucked up right now
How y'all feel? Haha, I feel good, nigga, uh
Pop pop bang (Pop pop bang)
Do
'm leaving GA
Gonna lay in the hot sun and roll a big fat one
And grab my guitar and play
Four days flew by like a drunk Friday night
As the summer drew
in Bethlehem.
Children go where I send thee,
How shall I send thee?
I'm gonna send thee four by four
Four for the four that stood at the door
of the rocky road to Dublin
One two three four five
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin, Whack fol lol le rah!
In Dublin
shall I send thee?
Hey, I'm gonna send thee two by two
Two for Paul and Silas
One for the itty bitty baby
Who was born, born, born in Bethlehem.
school
N-ggas still be in and out of class
S class or the brand new cl5 on them haters
Black paint, chrome trim same color as the logo for the raiders
I
Yea
Its Wiz Khalifa man
Its that 412
I got that Pittsburgh sound
Around these parts
I'm known as the youngest in charge
My shit bang out the trunk
motherfuckin' ass
It's about 45Ã'° outside, but it's hot as a motherfucker in my car
'Cause I'm smokin' weed
Brick City is up in this bitch, and we smokin' weed
gon' be litty
Vintage pieces by the time she hit the city, yeah-ah
Vintage frames, I see nobody fuckin' wit' him
Pretty thug, out the third ward, hit
to that Iceberg when it's hit by heat (woo)
It won't be a pretty sight, you and your pretty wife
Oh you must have forgot dog, this is the city life
1-0-3-0-4 Detroit. Rock rock on.
coppers shit
All this money in my pocket, you might think I sold a brick
I got four hoes and some Hen', some low pros on my Benz
And if I catch that
fantasy, I need it so much
I hide in my church, I float on the Nile
Your word is my bible, your beat is divine
8, 6, 5, 4
Oh baby, give me some more,
Well, I'm gonna send thee one by one
One for the little bitty baby
Who was born, born, born in Bethlehem
Said he was born, born, born in Bethlehem
I was checked in by four
Put the sign on the door
Looked out the window of the seventeenth floor
Talked to the city that knows me by name
And all
bitty Baby
Was born, born, born in Bethlehem.
Children, go where I send thee. How shall I send thee? Well, I'm gonna send you two by two, two for Paul
humming
Dynamite, dynamite, clef I got the cash
Yo let's skip town like harlem nights
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my
rock on baby
I got this wine on my mind
feelin fine darlin
Now all you see baby
Ain't what you need baby
I wanna know just how low
it go
Just
because she made me slow
I thought I was her daddy but she had five more.
When I was arrested I was dressed in black
They put me on a train and they
That's my man goin down, HAHA
[Chorus - Fresh Prince] (DJ Jazzy Jeff) - w/ ad libs
(I want to rock right now)
Say what Jeff
(I'm in the place and I
Well, I'm gonna send thee one by one
One for the little bitty baby
Who was born, born, born in bethlehem
Said he was born, born, born in bethlehem
feel like I'm so alone
Honey when they gonna send me home
Bad sneakers and a Pina Colada my friend
Stompin' on the avenue
By Radio City with
light. The city has
more a hundred thousand wars all fore one of
forbes´ four hundred whores. Just one fire
cracker on a big bonfire of self serving
(One was Johnny)
One was Johnny who lived by himself
Two was a rat who jumped on his shelf
Three was a cat who chased the rat
Four was a dog
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