Lyrics:
sidekick
What's up, black? Give his hand a smack
Up pulls a Cadillac, yo baby we'll be back
Jumped right on inside, not too many people saw us
buck buck)
Sing
They got my voice for the record and my voice for the beat
Virgo proof baby run the streets
So let's go (let's go) let's go (let's
whole affair
They let me go
I ran back home
Locked my door
Fell to the floor
Prayed to God
I know I'm flawed
But I'm glad to be alive
Happy I survived
a strong pack like a buff nigga Stack them bucks up to the ceilin
I'm in this all black like a villain
I hope you call back one day
I got your love tucked, I
rappers just some wanna bes
Yah nah awe
You the hondt no doubt about it
Yah nah awe
Now you make the owens wanna leave
Yah nah awe
Said she know me
at all the happy creatures dancing on the lawn.
A dinosaur Victrola list'ning to Buck Owens.
Do do do lookin out my back door
Tambourines and elephants
hold all ya comments
By the time I made it back I broke my most important promise
Be there for the family when they need
But I wasn't there
No tv
No
where the men go
We snatched him by his hands and feet and threw him out the window
Up, up, and away cause I don't play, clown
Buck, buck, buck
got em on the roll
Owens, burbans clean as fuck, smile as I roll down the street
Yo lyric was weak as fuck, so ho I just stole yo beat
Crunchy man
paper stacks, put staples through 'em
So I can keep my money together
Some die-hard fans just don't want it like, "Put Pos back on it"
I'm back
where the men go
We snatched him by his hands and feet and threw him out the window
Up, up, and away cause I don't play, clown
Buck, buck, buck
to eat, I'm a make a nigga dance
Even if I got to clap in the street
This is something like lock up, murder behind bars
A warrior, my story defined by my
As a physical world creates a spiritual haze
Blinded by distractions
Lost in matterless affairs
Reaching through the darkness
Trusting You will meet me
by it
I'd like to be my old self again but I'm still tryin' to find it
After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own
Now you mail back
killer thug Life
Born in the ghetto as a street thug
Labelled as a cop killer
The rules of the street I'm living by
It ain't no rules, so niggas got
the car before
But I came back to get ya when they let me go
Had to fill ya up and get you back to the streets
A couple of jobs gotta get done before we
Could be wrong
By your definitions I don't match your perfect Image
You're never gonna make it running round screaming bout your affair
I don't care
I
)
Come on (come on, come on)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
From front to back street, listen, we on a mission
To get right, workin' street corner in
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
that hittin' her friends was on my mind
Ain't no secret, I'm outside, been in this street shit all my life
I know Migo wanna see me rich the day he
the jeans be cut
Rick Owen socks, Rick Owen for the dubs
Bitch I fly to Greece and you know I kept the stubs
Giannis 34 and I'm playing for the Bucks
What
You must be used to all the finer things
Infatuated by what money brangs
It seems to me you hoes will never change
So all that's left is for us
and I ain't talkin' no Seville
Thuggin' in the bus at Ruff and Finn in the Choke and Kill
Ran'd it up on Schoolcraft down the street from Roller Wheels
on the lawn
Dinosaur Victrola listenin' to Buck Owens
Doo, doo, doo, lookin' out my backdoor
Well, tambourines and elephants are playin' in the band
Won't
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