Lyrics:
The Jimmy Buffer Song
David Allen Coe
Prelude:
This song is for all the people that's been reviewing our records and say we sound a lot like Jimmy
But when it comes to
Protecting the lives of twenty-two million Afro-Americans
Then all of a sudden, Uncle Sam becomes very conscious, of legality
worth
Please protect your heart & mind & know that you're first
'Cause I was at them crossroads singing...
Is this the way to go?
Is this the way to be?
There is today, there is today
I am the one, I am the way
I'll fight your fears, down through the years
Need me, need me
There is today, there is
take it no more
I'm Eddie Brock, prayin' your downfall in the name of the Lord
I'm way too deep in this shit to get out, call me David's Sword
This broke
Yo, release what's in me
Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty
Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny
Instead of diet plans,
become His feet
May everything I am
All I ever hope to be
Just like the sling of David became the sling of God
May the things I have become the things
paid by the Son of David
The Lamb
He was slain for thе shame that we all facin'
Every single lie tucked in the basement
Every single heart of stone stuck
catch up there
Give me 5 and you'll
Be in my bed
(You'll be in my bed by 5 am)
Sick and tired of all
Of what they say baby
Yeah baby
Yeah
Wanna stay,
and play pretend.
I would of eliminated everything in my way,
cnd send em all to all the fiery lakes of hell
But I was saved by Hashem.
So I know exactly
wanna hear the name of Jesus
Let me tell you bout His promises
David praised in death before the Lord and
He trusted in God's promises Jesus is the Way
What's the price of being King?
What it cost?
Just to live out all your dreams
Who it cost?
Guess you gotta see a lot of things
To be the boss
Ain't
All that and a bag of Lays
Hit the sheets with a freak I bag and lay
They cop feelins' like PD
I cop a feel like David Blaine, it's magic
No hat-trick i
this.
{DJ Paul}
y'all Know the motherfuckin score bitch.
y'all boys y'all boys ain't ready for this
Hot Boys Hot Boys gunnin with
the swag, I'm tryna tone it down like Jenny Craig
Fresh to death then I guess we looking like the living dead
Oh shit, yo bitch, look at how I'm doing you
Tosh 17
Die now and live forever Like I'm always In your Thoughts 18
When I go out!
I'm going all the way in
We bark back like wounded pitbulls off
kill a man
Celebrate with the blood all in my hands
How someone like you...can just let me live
Wild out on the streets like a fugitive
How someone like
"It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
Why I live so wild"
"Here's what they think about cha"
"It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes
Parody of "Where the Green Grass Grows" by Tim McGraw (Jess Leary/Craig Wiseman), Song Matters Inc. (ASCAP)/Leary's Tavern Music (ASCAP)/Daddy Rabbit
Chorus: cool Keith (repeat 2X)
I'm seein robots, passin by, everyday (I'm seein robots!)
I'm seein robots, lah lah lah lah lah lah
I'm seein
for folk lore
I put the eighty to your baby man I told y'all
Fuckin wit crack's like fuckin wit Crack
What? Pull out the pipe or push your
Chilling on the Beach hoe
(Chilling on beach hoe)
Surrounded by these beach hoes
(Surrounded by these hoes)
They just tryna catch a wave
But a nigga
ships
To bein' chased by NYC cops out the precincts
And words was bricks. We buildin' projects pyramids, evil kids
Pot-g's destroy like London Bridge
Man this world we live in
There's two to ways do everything
The right way and the wrong way
Then there's the short way and the long way
But
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