Lyrics:
See, I'm a rare stud lookin to bloom like a mushroom
In the jug, under hot lights, crystalize so nice
When I think twice, I love long summer nights
just what it was
And your plans only can pan around love
You love him, you love them, you love her
You love so much, you love when love hurts
You
Hank, let's talk about your daddy
Tell me how your mama loved that man
Well, just break out a bottle, hoss
I'll tell you bout the driftin' cowboy
terror
Got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
I make it rain, I make it rain
I
Shots fired; you short of breathing
Barefoot, cause them kids took your Adidas
I'm keepin' fried fish up in my mama pan
How much y'all detectives call
they get round our door
For the first time I see my daddy cry kneeling there by mama's side
Tonight I'm here at home cause something's wrong
Tonight
O-o-o-o-my home is
O-o-o-o-ohio
Down by the river, near the burned down bridge
Pulled a .22 trigger and it bust my lid
I was eight years old when I
umbrella, yeah
Mama hold her head and cry
'Cause her son had been shot down by police and died
"Oh why? Oh why?", is what she cry, she cry
Mama hold her
the railroad track
Old engineer in the train sitting in the shade
Strummin' with the rhythm that them drivers made
People passing by would stop and say
Oh
I'll be back, I'm 'bout to go crazy
I ain't pullin' up 'less them hoes finna pay me ('less them hoes finna pay me)
Bitch, I'm the shit, and I ain't
the corner mama hand me my travelin shoes
you know I got them big road blues
Sun gonna shine in my back door someday
The sun gonna shine in my back door
Cancun
20 bitches runnin' 'round nude
I fuck her bottom we fuckin' them by the two
I got water drippin' out my jewels
If it ain't Actavis nigga it
While resting the other evening by the side of the road
I saw an old farmer in the field that he just hold
His face was all brown and wrinkled by
the first time you heard this song
Was when your mama had you on her lap, you know, listening to me singin'"
"Oh, no, no, I came to the show on a Go-Devil
Rap
2000 Jon be why'all, N.A.S. why'all
To the def why'all, come on, get it right
Look at them brown nosein' my click pullin' up with purple
and the flying fish
But he's been enchanted by the pictures
From the satellite dish
So his mama packs his bags, knots his red neck tie
Sends him north to her
Illuminati, thought that was silly
Shit, all them years that I was starvin', and now I'm filthy
I wanna see my haters dead, talkin' bloody murder
Cause when
And my Mama I have never seen
I was born in the back of a black Cadillac
And raised by a Gypsy queen
And as a child I was hell gone wild
Raised in the eye
Mama dug them up, one by one
She'd peel and she'd cut, let me tell you what
Hours in the kitchen made me a starch nut
Mashed and fried and scalloped
the spout
Mama corked the bottles when old Dooley fetched them out
Dooley slippin' up the holler Dooley tryin' to make a dollar
Dooley give me a swallow
the house and keep the youngins' mouths fed
And when I'm gone, I hope it is said
I gave structure to the youth by the example I led, uh
Mama I'm so
the house sad (Sexyy)
Fuck my baby dad
(Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) that's that booty meat
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) look at them booty cheeks
(Baow,
words you think are tough
By movin? herbs, you think you're rough
Spice Girl figures, your hype man sucks
Y'all powderpuff, stop thumpin' stuffin'
Gary was a cowboy
He rode his horse down highway 70
He came to visit me
He had a thing for my aunt, my mama's sister
She lived in a school bus out
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