Lyrics:
on now, make it happen, make it happen
Go hit me one more time, come on Cee warm it up
Yeah that sounds funky!
I, I mean like extra crazy stupid def!
down by the fuckin' four pound in your dome
Hit you with the nick plate chrome
Queensbridge, that's my motherfuckin' home
Off the top of my head, yo,
the bus
Mama, she's home in the window, waitin' up for us
She'll be there in that chair when they wrestle her upstairs
'Cause you know we ain't gonna
Nelson, (Willie Nelson)
True dat lil be ,
But lets play ping-pong,
Here take a swig of some of this make your stomach bleed,
About to re-check
at the start of 1971, by the way. Best of vol.2, 1973 is the first actual Bee Gees album that had it. This is their second recording of it; that first one, was
to hurt him but he should have sang along
Yeah, I kidnaped Willie Nelson
Guess he's got bad luck
Never shoulda told me that my masterpiece did suck
reppin, beat them down if you head me
[Chorus]
I done seen some brighter days
I done seen a lotta hate
My album hit a 100,000 now shit been goin my
who they are
Just to try and gain some credibility
So they could feel accepted by a stranger
It's a person that can take the failures in their life
an all-star line up
Like none I'd ever seen
Roger Miller opened the show with Bob Wills and his Texas Playboys
Followed by Webb Pierce followed by Hawkshaw
by tonight
Just a little push, and you'll be smilin'
So you play your albums, and you smoke your pot
And you meet your girlfriend in the parking
of Texas
Be thankful there's still a difference in the sexs
In the Lone Star State, you find it all and then some
And God looks like Willie Nelson
share with your neighbor
Some like the Sour D, that's an East Coast way
But on the West Coast we all know Kush is queen
Some of y'all will smoke
suggestions
9 times outta 10 you see some country western
They need to have Willie D on that stage
Pumpin his fists like this and gettin bliss
With MD-20 20
picture?
Cause the government is fucked up and I ain't that nigga
So you can point the fingers at the motherfuckin' press
Cause they be feeding me with all
it Rosie, that's what it's there for
Rosalita, jump a little lighter
Señorita, come sit by my fire
I just want to be your lover, ain't no liar
wouldn't be me if it wasn't for her (if it wasn't for her) (I wouldn't be Will)
I wouldn't be Willie, I couldn't be me if there wasn't no Eddie
I wouldn't
sister be the first one to get smoked
Then I grab your grandma by her weave hair
And whip her old ass with that wooden leg she wear
I'm from the bloody
formed drawn in the brain
Sorn scorn by the pourin' rain
But I can stand it seldom do I feel stranded
Granded I stand with the style that is
slammin' albums
BDP rocks consistently
From criminal minded to nineteen-ninety
Why? Well that's my secret baby
Here's a hint: the public pays me
So
do a lot more and that's just how it be
I'm Mary Blige and you just ain't runnin' up in me
I need a man who's lookin' out with some security
So come
for my mothafuckin' niggas
Hop out, do my stuff, then hop back in
Me and the homies
Matter of fact, I hop out that mothafucka
And be like,
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got
George and Weezy
C.R.E.A.M. to the maximum, I be askin' 'em
"Would you like to bounce with the brother that's platinum?"
Never see Will attackin' 'em
streams,oh holy oh Lord,
Willie,some of that after life spell my nigger,my subcounscious is still in denial,we are always together in my nightdreams,sometimes
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