Lyrics:
this thing on you
There ain't nothin' you can do
'Cept pull your drawers down (they got to)
Pull ya drawz down (you got to)
When I put this thing on you
on and join our convoy
Ain't nothin' gonna get in our way
We gonna roll this truckin' convoy
'Cross the USA
Convoy (ah, breaker, Pig Pen, this here's
the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of 'em
And there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust
said "Sorry son it's gone gone gone"
Well there's men hunkered down by the railroad tracks
The Elkhorn Special blowin' my hair back
Tents pitched
they do
And if your sky ain't lookin' the fairest
There ain't no reason to be embarrassed
Ain't nobody in the world ain't felt
The rain from time
makin' sure they do
And if your sky ain't lookin' the fairest
There ain't no reason to be embarrassed
Ain't nobody in the world ain't felt the rain from
(nothing)
Kids ain't got nothin' to talk about anymore (no)
Out in the streets, restless, but wanting more
The kids ain't got nothin' to talk about
Niggas, I'm still grinding (yeah), I still hearing those sirens
I'm still getting chased by those lights
Only the light's lime, and my mic's
ivory's illegal
Don't you remember?
I broke your heart last week
You'll probably feel better by the weekend
Still remember, had you goin' crazy
My friends, real friends, better than your friends
That's how we keep poppin' out that Benz, yeah
No foes, real friends, we ain't even got
the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of 'em
And there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust
the time be
They don't want to know me, they want to know my G's
Le I quit, things ain't the same no more
But I'ma do my thing 'til there ain't no more
hard to handle, now
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Once it come along a dime by the dozen
That ain't nothin' but ten cent lovin'
Hey little babe,
on and join our convoy
Ain't nothin' gonna get in our way
We gonna roll this truckin' convoy
'Cross the USA
Convoy (ah, breaker, Pig Pen, this here's
give a damn bout how other folks
Treat you man
I just wanna let you know pimp,
You ain't missin' nothin' homeboy
Real Talk
[Chorus]
I know
what a waste of a pretty face
man, this place ain't just safe, it's just straight gangster
It ain't just New York or LA that bangs no more
There's
at cha
Got nothin' but love for ya, do your thing, boy
Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while
I'ma send this one out for y'all, kna'
Nothin' from nothin' leaves nothin'
If you want to have something, you better stop frontin'
What you gonna do when the five roll by
You better be ready,
And take any nigga in the click to the Super Bowl
And party like it ain't nothin
But most of my homies they done died over drug money
Like Bizzy Bob
the pa
Hell no I ain't the pa
No I ain't the pa
Hell no I ain't the pa
There was this stoofy name was Lucy came up to me at the movies
Said she
got some more in store
When I get to thrown it on you
You got to come back for more
Toys and things that come by the dozen
That ain't nothin' but
it loud)
It ain't nothin' but a she thing (On the rise)
It ain't nothin' but a she thing (Better recognize)
Now I can bring home the bacon (yeah), fry
the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of 'em
And there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust
another man tryna mansplain somethin' (hey)
I see his lips move, but they ain't sayin' nothin', nah (hey)
Nah, nah
Nah, they ain't sayin' nothin', nah
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