Lyrics:
a fillin' station in sight
So I jes' limped down the shoulder on the rim
I went as far as I could and when I stopped the car
It was right in front
life, I solemnly swear
To change my approach, stop shaving coke
Stay away from hoes, put down the toast
'Cause I be doing the most, oh no
But every
life, I solemnly swear
To change my approach, stop shaving coke
Stay away from hoes, put down the toast
'Cause I be doing the most, oh no
But every
create
Arm articulate, when I circulate over tracks
Let me get down and just relax
We gettin' down y'all
We gettin' down y'all
We gettin' down like
up and down everytime you swing my door
I got my rims finger fucked
By a god dam j
Gave him 1.8
Of some hard ass yay
It's a lot of crack smokers
like we supposed
Sigel, Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Don't change the game for these
like we supposed
Sigel, Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Don't change the game for these
Whether block shit or rock shit
Club shit or drug shit, I pop shit I got shit
Get Sig' any track I'ma spit the talk to it
Down South gon' bounce Crips
down like that
We can go to this place by the railroad track
It has a room with a view, just right for two
Equipped with the accessories to get you in
shack
On the banks of the river by the railroad track
We kept chickens in a pen in the back
And everybody said we was po' folks
My daddy was a farmer
a fillin' station in sight
So I jes' limped down the shoulder on the rim
I went as far as I could and when I stopped the car
It was right in front
to preach about the wrong of the world
It can't be changed by three girls
On the trio tip we're not a proof of that trip
Excuses that's the truth when
Wish I was a diesel locomotive
I'd come whistlin' down your track
Crashin' in your door
Wish I was a freight train baby
Wish I didn't have a heart
and the things I do
It was meant to be
I was made for you
Open the door to my heart, it's stopped
And I'm shocked....
[CHORUS:]
[3:]
Surrounded by
friends, no
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
I catch a hoe right by her toe
If she ain't fuckin' me and Nicki
Kick that ho right through the door (TR3YWAY)
I
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You
rails squeaking and sputtering down the west side
I found a skeleton tooth in the junk drawer
And I mean to open the folding green and white door
tracks
He grabbed her by the hair, she broke his jaw it cracked
More cops arrived, they both bloodied down by the five
Wildest niggas just smilin'
Musty fusty yet so crystal clear
The non commercial set is now here
Brought to you by the will of positve people
K are S plus One equals
catfish upside my head
Nothing's worth doing if I'm doing it all by myself
I need to laugh with somebody and hear them laughing back
I need to share all I
for her, can't fit 'em in her closet
She can change the 'fit up least 'bout three times a day
Ain't use a condom, we fuck three times a day
This
One, two, three, four
Grimy bitch stomp the bogey outside your front door (yeah)
Puffin on Goodie, eatin tuna and rye
Blow the spot with some old
Uh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Track Masters (woo!)
It's a Wu-Tang official right here you know
Yeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work
We
they know and shit
And on that note, I keep it G
Like track four, "Kick in the Door" by Notorious B.I.G.
Don't believe me, look that shit up, I
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