Lyrics:
You're silent, in a bad mood
Playing your guitar
You are long-haired
My sulky boy
The moment I met you
I understood
I was born to
Fall in
Lived a short haired butcher's boy
By the way of Ostergrad it comes in
Sentences poolararrowic Airport her father
Was in a long story cut short in
cll summer long
You can see them
Chasing black-haired girls
cll over the city.
cnd by fal they've found
Some brand-new promising thing
To keep them
I'm in love with a dark haired boy
Thinks he's got no right to joy
Says he's cursed by the blood he's born to
But he's alright with me
I see him
the long haired wide eyed boy selling dope and looking for a place to hide
This song is for you big motel on the mountain just in thought to pass the time
I've been to California, where the ladies look so fine
They could take a long-haired country boy and softly bend his mind
Made love in New York City
four-point, four-point-eight)
What did it start off at?
Three hundred thousand dollars
So it's at $4.8 million?
Yeah
Cash
Ayo, Hit-Boy
I think it's
Long-haired preachers come out every night
To tell you what's wrong and what's right
But when asked how about something to eat
They will answer in
the back,
from a Winston cigarette that was thumped into the window
Bobby Long was like Zorba the Greek,
Side-tracked by the scent of a woman,
Could've
a whole flock of nine
Three raven-haired sisters, six lads to tow the line
Now this woman though made of earth ‘n stone was wounded by some words
Sticks
tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
But
need me a bitch before it turn ten, uh
I'ma need me a front and backend, all cash stacked in
Ridin' around town and I'm downtown
Big boy gat, I don't
sheets of silk in between
Well, anyway, that's how it seemed
I thought I wanted to marry him
His face was sculpted by God
His words were gentle and ever
his blood haired girlfriend as he rounded the main grandstand
And his poor heart sank as he saw her leaving with another man
So boys if you don't rodeo
man tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
get there someday
My own true love is a raven haired girl
Who lives way back down the hollow
I take her by her lily white hair
And into the woods we
To a long haired cover band on the coast
But if I know her
She ain't dancin' alone
She's probably in love by now
A girl like that
Don't stay lonely
the whip long
Designed for rhyme crime, nigga, jail time jiggas
Them niggas up in hype Vigors lighting niggas
Silks Wally wear Figaro chain, yeah
Jakes
the whip long
Designed for rhyme crime, nigga, jail time jiggas
Them niggas up in hype Vigors lighting niggas
Silks Wally wear Figaro chain, yeah
Jakes
tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
But
tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
But
on the door and it was opened
By a brown-haired girl and a baby with a teethin' ring.
I said "I seen you somewhere before
But don't stand there and block
Well I've got a long black six passenger limousine
A palace in Dallas a club in New Orleans
Diamonds on my fingers silk imported clothes
And I can
Yo cuz, ringsend and Compton on a track what
The fuck’s up with that?
Where I come from bricks get danced on
Then sold by the fellas with the amps
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