Lyrics:
High life
We livin' that high life
Luxury
High life
Luxury
We livin' that high life
By now you should know how a sip feels
He say, "One more
to know how does the song go
Come hear Uncle John's band by thriver side
Got some thing's to talk about
Here beside the rising tide
Come here Uncle
morphine and gin
You've got legs that can drive men mad
A lot of things we didn't do, that I wish we had
In Scarlet Town, the sky is clear
You'll wish
(Mary Jane!)
Ladies and gentlemen, your host for the night
(This gets me)
Doctor!
(Ugh, ugh! All choked up!)
On top of that, we got Uncle Snoop!
and simple, 'cause you know it's played
Holla at 'em Doggy Dogg, go and do that thang (go ahead)
OK son, I'll tell ya like my n**** "Pootie Tang"
I got that
(Uncle Snoop Dogg.)
Yo' whats up, whats up.
(Could you read us a bedtime story?)
Alright, alright.
Y'all get my ash tray, get my lighter.
don't need no money and we don't want no grief
But if you came to give some you'll be pickin' up your teeth
[Chorus]
That's your Uncle Kracker
Or is the way that you picture me
(In the pocket
Right smack dab in the socket)
Colored by the way you've been treated in
A situation that comes to mind
the L B C
For you are the C
Holler at your uncle Snoopy
Holler at your uncle Snoopy
I paid my dues and now it's time to make a change
Gotta make that
Hangin' around by the monument, dancin' to the radio
You got a memory even shorter than your dress
But there's nothin' that you don't know
[Chorus]
here
'Cause that one of them thangs that get chu killed 'round here
I don't care who you are, who you might be
But I'd rather die, then let
to please.
Oooh I got ya back
When those fools be talkin' smack,
Cause they jealous of this thang we got.
I'm the one that be givin' you
(Oh) in
gotta love it, New York City (haha)
I been doin' my own thang
You can tell by the stones on
My neck, and my wrist, and my ears
I'm doin' my thang (haha)
'cause I'm that nigga that'll leave you ass out like G-strings
Meaning I'm fienin, your heart trips when it stay at work
So fuck fear you fear-fuck,
Sam
Said Your Uncle Your Uncle Your Uncle's Got A plan
Your uncle's got a scam yeah I'm Talking Uncle Sam
So Tell me how you the man
With all
been missin' uh
Tongue kissin' in the strangest positions
Givin' you a good taste
Of the thang's you've been missin' uh
Listen i can tell by the pain in
naw, it'll do for our little town
I said, your old flagpole has leaned a little bit
And that's a ragged old flag you got hanging on it
He said, have
gotta pick your Glock up
Can't nut in no more whores, I got that from my mama
Shuttin' down the stores, you do that with these commas
You had me at my
the days that they were lost and broke? Shit got 'em by
Only right was stopping it from props
Plus she from the block of only finer crops
Do your thang
nicks
By 15, I got a felony by 16
I got my driver’s license start using
J’s car to pedal lean
College Park that my stompin’ ground
Used to trap out
Gucci Mane in the building, Gucci, Gucci
LaFlare, Big Kat, LaFlare
Say we got it like that, like that
Every thang don't mean two thangs, watch this
gotta pick your Glock up
Can't nut in no more whores, I got that from my mama
Shuttin' down the stores, you do that with these commas
You had me at my
mountaineers
We never were much bothered by time
Born in the country and I like that country song
We played for just a nickel every time we got to town
And I
Rat laughed and he shook his fat side
Yes, then Uncle Rat laughed and he shook his fat side
Uncle Rat laughed and he shook his fat side
To think that
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