Lyrics:
handles
We drank a few beers
Guess that george putnam
Should be on the air now
With the biggest new story
That has broken this year
(george
Or grants the right to eat a T-Rex
But grants the right to do both of the above
If one is called George W. Sanchez!
That said the cow launched her assault
to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965: I ain't
Igrew up in north alabama back in the 1970s
When dinosaurs still roamed the earth.
Speaking, of course, of the three great alabama icons:
George
Real talkin nigga
Man I'm all about my cash flow
Nigga I'm the shit my momma
Had me out her asshole nigga I be actin'
Nigga know that we mackin'
lucky)
Funny watchin' two niggas beef that could hardly fight
Like Soulja Boy gettin' pepper sprayed by Charleston White
Can't forget about the Super
have to get the mercury out of the old thermometer
They have through the north-facing doors to the left
By the shoe-shine boys in the lobby
have to get the mercury out of the old thermometer
They have through the north-facing doors to the left
By the shoe-shine boys in the lobby
put that bread on his head But George still gettin' it, his bread still there
Baby mama trippin', but he doing' for his kids And his pop, cause mama
the headlights
Has got me reminiscing on the good times
Still I'm turning off of real life, driving, that's right
I'm hittin' easy street on mud tires
(That
Watch for me by moonlight
Were they deaf that they did not hear
For he rode on the gypsy highway
She breathed one final breath
Then her finger moved
expectations
They're still people, see?
When George IV assumed the throne, at first, he seemed high class
But, soon appeared the flaws that grew enormous
Jingle spurs Jingle spurs
You see the thing about George is that he's always trying to get loaded
I guess the meters look pretty good
I can't really
to rich and million
people
OG's puttin' in work
Like some brand new panties under Halle Barry's mini-skirt
Still hoo-ride, with that gangsta beat
Short
Bust some shit out some lung
Don't know how it's going, Yungstar's still flowing
Flipping with Poyo, and his
Trunk is steady glowing
See that boy me
Bust some shit out some lung
Don't know how it's going, Yungstar's still flowing
Flipping with Poyo, and his
Trunk is steady glowing
See that boy me
tryna jerk me (believe)
O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick, she so thirsty (boy)
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo (boy)
With your girl,
St. George is on his way
Is it true that he's a mighty warrior
And a viper of the first degree?
I've been sentenced here to slay the giant
Geld this
Just the 1 2 3
AKon
You wonder why I'm still on the block
'Cause I just can't leave it babe
'Cause that's all I know
Throw the gut away when
the headlights
Has got me reminiscing on the good times
Still I'm turning off of real life, driving, that's right
I'm hittin' easy street on mud tires
(That
and that they're under a lot of it (yeah, uh)
Somehow I still show love when they show me the opposite (look, uh)
Note to self, they always gon' go for
the console
Memory lane up in the headlights
Got me reminiscing on them good times
Still I'm turning off of real life, driving, that's right
I'm hittin'
the console
Memory lane up in the headlights
Got me reminiscing on them good times
Still I'm turning off of real life, driving, that's right
I'm hittin'
married Martha, then
With lands owned and inherited
Was among the wealthiest men
By Martha's late first husband
Two children joined the family
A boy, Jacky
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