Lyrics:
the face of our countries blackened
By the hot breath of anybody's bomb
You know, they tell me that over there, you don't believe in a God
But though
the face of our countries blackened
By the hot breath of anybody's bomb
You know, they tell me that over there, you don't believe in a God
But though
let's go, let's go
Ha hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
Drive by, hit you with the two piece combo
While I'm hangin' out the window of your
just about to toss a live grenade
In your driveway (what?) and drive away
Are you afraid of a blade made of a razor with AIDS
Blood drippin' from it,
just about to toss a live grenade
In your driveway (what?) and drive away
Are you afraid of a blade made of a razor with AIDS
Blood drippin' from it,
one's so jammin'
You know that L.A. is so jammin'
I be thinkin' every day
Mulholland Drive, need to put up some got damn barricades
I be paranoid
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
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
let's go, let's go
Ha hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
Drive by, hit you with the two piece combo
While I'm hangin' out the window of your
Baby let's go for a ride
I'll be more than happy to drive
Down an old country road
We can just take it slow
I just want you by my side
You want
a drive by
My niggas unemployed sellin' Popeyes
I serve the base, I serve the base
I serve the base, I serve the base
I keep a shooter with me like
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my
will make you feel alive
From Mason down to Hondo and all places in between
Have a Hill Country Christmas with your friends and family
Ham, turkey,
a drive by
My niggas unemployed sellin' Popeyes
I serve the base, I serve the base
I serve the base, I serve the base
I keep a shooter with me like
a couple times
We some bad mammajammas, Mississippi, Alabama
And, I even got some honkeys down in east Louisiana
I really live this life, I don't put on for
Yeah bitch you so big
You walked into Big Panties and stepped on Jenny Craig
She picked me up to snap me like a skinny twig
Put me in the headlock,
mom's the only one that stuck around
These boys out here think that their country
But country ain't the truck you drive or the clothes on your back
Real
a pocketful of nothing but some 90s country songs
Give ya Tracy Lawrence, Tracy Byrd, and Travis Tritt a try
It's a John Michael Montgomery or a Chestnut
me alive
In a cottage by the sea
Life may take me out of the country
But it will never take the country out of me
I drive home on the weekend
Love
cherry
And I'mma come through in something so cherry
And I'm sittin' on Pirellis, bumpin' Makaveli
Showed your girlfriend my house she
Think I live in
Growin' up came quietly in the arms of Mabel Joy
Laughter found the mornings brought the meaning to my life
I woke up one day Lord finding I was by myself
in some drawers, so
Put me on with these hoes homie
He told me don't rush to get grown, drive slow homie
Drive slow homie, drive slow homie
You
knowin what I'm knowin
Then live your life.. cause, we're..)
[Chorus]
(Cause, we're..)
[0-1]
(Nuttin but some gangsters..) Ridin by in them big
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