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and separate trails in the sand
Even when we walk together side by side, hand in hand
You need a ride? Hey, are (are) you going my way?
Now we can kick it for
and sauerkraut combined
She wanted watermelon, it was wintertime
Dill pickles set around the house in jars
My how she'd eat that stuff, she never seemed to get
dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow
feel when it comes inside!
Comes inside! In my mind!
(Inhale followed by coughing)
here, I'm gone
I'm on vacation
Settin' sail in the swimmin' pool
Eatin' lobster tail in my swimmin' suit
Right here holdin' it down, down by
La la la la la
Imma get it like this nigga
Yo, I got the green, Don Juan
I'm in the hood, blow the horn, bom-bom
This pimpin' ain't for free,
the average brother
Cause you raped our women and we felt it
But it'll never happen again if I can help it (me neither)
Cause nobody in my neighborhood has
like
"It's on me, put it on my tab kid"
However you get there
Foot it, cab it, Iron horse it
You're leaving on your face, forfeit
I crush the mic,
chain swinging in my name, eight figures
Time to let your soul glow with a hundred bullet holes
Now you screamin' to the Lord, why them boys done do you
bridge
And try to double back like
"What the fuck is that?"
Only once in a lifetime, touch my soul
Go slow baby boo, don't rush the flow
Got me all weak
to the then Vice Pres
Who did what RayGun [Reagan] said
And then became prez himself, went for delf
Knee deep in his damned self
Stuck in a three headed bucket
got duckets in the buckets for a rainy day
And Momma Mia's verbil A-K gon spray 4 my Soldiers
(Mac)
Nigga die die die in the swingin
film by Stanley Kubrick.
First it's tragedy then farce then they'll kick you in the arse,
When you tempt the gods with arrogance and hubris.
Well
a hole in a bucket by a well already dry
By now there’s no doubt, you got what you need you’ll figure out
It’s fine with me, oh that’s for sure but it
a hundred bands, you can come and get it
Murders in the man, in the middle of the city
Bounce, I remember tryin' to flip her off
Sleepin on my baby mama's
My daddy said, draw n****
(Bow, bow!) Coming in for yours
N****s got them choppers and they knocking at your door
Sirens gettin' loud when
my baby ridin' shotgun.
Two-tone, rag-top, holes in the side,
Me I got a Buick and baby loves to ride
Me I got a Buick, baby loves to ride
Me I got
I went down to the fishing hole,
And I set down with my fishing pole;
Somethin' grabb'd my hook and it got my bait
And Jerked me out in
Cold metal, it'll even fly
Rust buckets in the sky
Cold metal, got to be
Skeleton of the free
Cold metal, it's gotta be
Better save a tree
Save
snitched
Got one time on my block straight posted
Hopin that I slip but I dip and ghosted
Told my babymama it wus drama unfoldin
I kissed all my kids den
It was the middle of winter
And I drove us in my car
The snow started falling
So we stopped off at a bar
The beer started flowing
And your
it's known to hear the heat clap
And live niggas get it on with the D-techs
Shit, my life's legendary
If I wrote it all down in a book it would be
that great?
It's real good, that
Real good
Listen to that, Mal
Oh look out! It's-
She came in through the bathroom window
Protected by a silver
a science class bucket
She in to tough talkin now that 50 got on
Quit fantisizing bout that man, and live on
You ain't neva be hard, yo mammy titty fed you
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