Lyrics:
We made Oklahoma a little after 3
Randy, his brother Bob and my old GMC
We had some moonshine whisky
And some of Bob's homegrown
We were so
We made Oklahoma a little after 3
Randy, his brother Bob and my old G-M-C
We had some moonshine whiskey
And some of Bob's homegrown
We were so
smoking blunts all day we get blazed as fuck
and get high all night (Cough)
tell em
We be puffin on the endo
We blowin kush up out the window
I got
killing em all forever
(Its Jesse Jagz Nation baby)
And this is how we learn to fly
We learn to live 'for we learn to die
Before we walk, we gon' stalk
heart and inside his brain
We are witnesses to the death of Bob's pain
He pulled the gun and put it under his chin
A lady screamed in a car next to him
and bob
It's the イーカンジ baby
It's the wicked within me
And you know we had a moment
Away from the public eye
じゃあ永遠にさよなら
There you go
I'll hunt
No one else
of the outlaw
Live free and get paid (gang)
Ridin' round town, smoking dope
We smoking dope
LSD, THC, nigga, DMT, DMT (splash)
Ridin' round town and smoking
Simple minds get blown, shattered into pieces
My thesis is thick like the Book of Eli
We live we die, we put 'em in the sky
Free your mind
breaking bread and passing' Bob Marley
Like Tom Hardy speak of the devil he shall appear
So many people lose their lives and join us every year
Prodigy
what we be
Seekin' is self preservation
A nation of millions gotta go with a feelin'
Uncle Sam begat Uncle Tom
And when it comes to drugs
Uncle Tom gotta
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'Smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
lookin' small like we made 'em compressed
My bars are so cold like the footbridge in February
Put the beat in the coffin, this verse is the obituary
This
Ayo Dogg can you give some of that shit
To go a little something like
Herb is a plant
We live by the motto
There you know, Dank we trust
It’s
fun
Ian mean to eat you niggas up no tums
But I'm smoking on big gass for my vet lungs
My bitch is a Stylist she don't wear no toms
Stop jocking this
ain’t by mistake
Feed the fam they all getting plates
If we got problems, ima have my niggas send you home
That’ll put em in they place
Gold grills while
On everything I love, It's We The Best Music
It's We The Best over everything
Get money, mo' money
Every time we come around
Doors goin' up, panties
told me and Bob Marley
That we'd need to head to the creek with Chris Farley
Down by the river where my people like to party
Aye, it's like I on't dance
means I was retarded
Drank tequila
Hammered like Bob Vila in her apartment
I walked outside with Tom Knight, drunk
And we came up with this great idea
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
tried to shake it, man, I can't believe this shit is real
Heart pumping on the 101
This shit right here ain't no fun
Live and die by the gun
Get you
girls in my lap (in my lap)
Goth girls in fact (in fact)
Smoking wax (smoking wax) (ay)
While you smoking schwag (schwag)
We got the boofpack (boofack)
drop for tryin' to take the Schnicks' props
So tick tock around the clock and shock while we lick shots
(Boom!) for goodness sakes the stakes are high
what’s the purpose?
Blood raining down from the serpents
City of Angels, everything’s burning
We are all gonna die, death is certain
Angels are gone, never
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