Lyrics:
You know, there was a time when
If someone told you to do somethin'
You did it. Bam! Right on!
No questions asked
It was "Yes, sir" and "Yes,
her eyes were blue
Her cheeks as red as wine
And he smiled to gaze upon her
Did that sly old Reynardine
'Oh no, kind sir, be civil,
My company forsake,
A$AP, you can murder this John, sir Gang, the red gang
R.E.D., yeah, that's me Low, low
Sly, sly R.G. up now, nobody stoppin' that
Blood, I'm too sly
of mine
To keep from burning history
Seasons of gasoline and gold
Wise men fold
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man
and Tom were sly
But Ted was honest as could be he would not tell a lie
The brothers tried to ruin Ted before the old man's eyes
At last the plot begin its
roll sir
Oh crap Gotta think fast
This ass won't wipe itself
I do a handstand in the shower
I feel that ass-cleaning power
Arms getting stronger by
of mine
To keep from burning history
Seasons of gasoline and gold
Wise men fold
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man
of fire, a trickster and a liar
Sly and doomed, with mad desire!
His tongue is gold for tragedy, an ordinary mystery!
Shame of the gods, the blame of men
So
Yo it's money time
Yeah
Yes sir
Oh, oh whoa, oh yeah
Hey hey
I'm trying to stuff 'em til they can't fit no more
I'm talking Donald Trump
Captain. (puzzled)
Very true,
So they do.
Buttercup.
Black sheep dwell in every fold;
All that glitters is not gold;
Storks turn out to be but logs;
Bulls
[Intro]
(Ca$his)
REMIX!
(Eminem)
As the crabby little bastard that I am
Sly what the fuck a slick sick son of a bitch
Silly little rabbit don't you
alright, we give it room to breathe.
Time crawls by and time's real sly,
but you can keep time with me.
Rock 'n roll music is the true religion.
Never
your winter coat
Wrap me up so tight
I never will feel the cold
I'll be safe tonight
Can we go down to the railroad track and watch the train go by
Slide to the left hit that sly eye check
Gold round my neck I don't think we met
Nah
I can bet I got splash
Make it wet
Polished swag
Classy act
Got
911 is a joke
20 years we got here by actin like common folk
Touring the world like a rolling stone
Then the nineties came
Welcomed y'all
keep our palace, nigga
Yeah, word up, yeah, yeah, yeah, turn me up, son
Yo, Ross, what up, my nigga? Aiyo, aiyo
Word to the gold Panamaras,
hard to accept now, and it was hard then
But I treated you like gold, I was all in
Spoiled rotten, they could smell you 'fore you walked in
Burnin'
of the brave
Sir Horatio Nelson
Defied an early grave
Sir Horatio Nelson
Your name carved in gold
A warrior eternal
Your tale forever told
Sir Horatio Nelson
and murder
He is sly, bejewelled with sylph
Slick limbs spread wide to guide you through the filth
And rust
Crawl to him fuelled by lust
He's the horned one
as good as gold
Do we all fall like dominoes in the wind?
Do we all fall like dominoes in the wind?
Shooting off like a rocket, it's how we used to get by
pass me by
Now I tried to learn oh only if I could
Oh where can I go tell me anything if you would
Can't be bought sir I can't buy
Anything I
of mine
To keep from burning history
Seasons of gasoline and gold
Wise men fold
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man
out there grooving back and forth
I want you to scream out "Sir Too $hort" (Sir Too $hort!)
Don't stop that rap (Don't stop that rap!)
And it's just
riding through the woods and took her by the hand"
The boss he lay back flat on his bed
He cursed the heat and he clutched his head
He pondered the future
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