Lyrics:
the red, white and blue
Time to go find a new one and split his head right in two
No one's ever indicted you
Why? 'Cause you're a
White boy, white boy,
on the sky, and the wind, and the sky light, are taking the shape of a fluffy sky cat?
Ginger-purple-blue shades of cat are
Reddish-violet-blue shadows
my head up my dick is
Being sucked down, by a bitch named what now
I look in her eyes, and her eyes are like an orange stars
Look at the reflection
See, now y'all cats think I'm playing ha ha
? can't see yo, see yo, see you too
It's not easy, it's not easy to see all you ha ha
See good, you
I come through your block?
Sheek, Funk Doc, Meth on top
Porsche, 300 horse fly by, back open pumpin How High (How High)
Yeah, can y'all see that
Niggas die every day
Still get paid every day
I'm a let it spray
You gone need an ashtray
Mold your head like cassius clay
Kill you on father's day
to me it's a blue car
So Branson pass me a jar
Cause these cats done went too far
One phone call send two cars
And still get searched by security
Look behind, within a mile
Nicely laid out in a pile
Bad news is always in my shoes
White man's jinx, black man's blues
Bad news jeopardizes all my
talking about all the things that I don't know
That I don't know
Shoes untied and shoulders loose
Fighting stance, royal blue
Slip and break the focused
Tell Mel Shawn to come in
Word, yo, one life to live
It's on your head
Just like my daughters
That's my word!
Polka dot
Connection
Shine just
shoes they killing they partnas
Blue balenciagas, just to prove you got like 1 million dollars
Blue balenciagas, fashion killing n****s just to look
They liars, at the end of the day, we're fuckin' survivors
I remember watchin' Scarface the first time
Look at that big house, that Porsche paid for by
sick off Rhemy and brews
Wit a hang over from blues
Hurl on my clothes and shoes stomach on wooz
From this killer weed that's so fired it made your
think they got the flu (Flu)
Got me wipin' my nose like "achoo" (Damn)
I drip from my head to my shoes (Shoes)
Got a cuban link, now I need two (Two)
I
homie thats how I roam
Standin' on my throne nigga thats my home
Chopper 47 homie thats what we use
Lock 'em out of shoes gave the pussy nigga blues
We stood by the Ark / just us two
Above the stars / were fringed with blue
The waves crashed down over our heads
Sometimes I’m not sure if I’m alive
You in danger at 16 with the beam
One in the chamber aimed at that 0 7
Got the chopper close by
Head bussa from the Bronx
Rep my city every night
I walked into this bar
And the man refused;
He said, "We don't serve strangers
In blue suede shoes;
We don't give credit, and
We don't give way
on
Hoes tongues be on my dong dong
Gevity-long, head at night, head in the morn'
Lunatic, five strong, king kong's are writin' songs
Cats be gettin' gone
Sing these blues
In the winter night sky
Remembering when we had our lives ahead
In front of me
I greet the reaper in my dreams
Like will he ever
wears a dirty crown
cat’s in the sweet cream shoo cat shoo
lost my partner what do I do
old blues coming on hurts like hell
in too deep to do anything
Tattoos on they thighs
There's a lot of cats losin' they wives
Cause next time I see 'em
They got black and blues on they eyes
Nah, I ain't ready to die,
Nothing like a dream come true
Make you feel just like new
Wanna take off your shoes
And call up everybody put the blue
Got em in cue
There's really
In a blue hat, with a black baggy Karl Kani
An iced out ring just to score on your eye
Hard to die, like Bruce, Lee get a victory
Cats is sick like
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