Lyrics:
the collar and I'll holler "Alabam' Alabam'"
That's where you stop your train, that brings me back again
Down home where I'll remain, where my honey lamb
hear that?
They're screamin' for you, I can bring your career back"
"But I don't want it back"
"Yes, you do"
"No, I don't"
"Yes, you do, you're
[originally performed by The Who]
[I. Her Man's Been Gone]
Her man's been gone
For nigh a year
He was due home yesterday
But he ain't here
Her
know I'm sick I don't spit I vomit
Got it?
One egg short of the omelet
Simon says, shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg
And tell him catch up like
meet him and
Bring him out to the club.
He said, "Set him up!", cous's payin' for.
Had all the go-go girls set up, waitin' up.
They carried him
the collar and I'll holler "Alabam'! Alabam'!"
That's where you stop your train, that brings me back again
Down home where I'll remain, where my honey
haven't an appetite, just think of Paul Revere.
By the time that they pass a bill to bring back wine and beer,
It'll be night-time in Italy and Wednesday
, this is Dow Jones
80 cal chrome, needed time alone to zone
The mack left his iPhone and his nine at home
My queen used her milkshake to bring ya'll
what his calls might bring
With a cowboy like him, it could be anything
And she always expected the worst
In the back of her mind
He said, it's
And change things and bring y'all back
I'm pourin beer out for y'all
I'm singin I saw the light from my cousin Paul
Life brings a lot of tragedy
I look
almost homeless
It's time I know I'll stay
The Lord has heard me pray
I have heard Him say
Lover on your day
Bring your Spanish nights away
I can see
and
Nigga I'm home on these charts, y'all niggas visitin'
It's Hov tradition, Jeff Gordon of rap
I'm back to claim pole position, holla at ya boy
Get up,
Yeah
My Lord
Yeah
We sell, crack to our own out the back of our homes
We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn
We go through
back to me
Bring him back
Won't you bring him back oh Lord
Won't you bring him back to me
He was carried by the green waves
And the wind was in his hair
a beat to fuck your crew up
Just bring the band, by the way we got Jan on the drums
Andrew plucks the bass with his thumbs
And Simon, like I mentioned
around him
Begging for her life
I'll go back to my mother
If I can't be your wife
Poor Lulie she went missing
Nowhere could be found
They searched
Yeah
My Lord
Yeah
We sell, crack to our own out the back of our homes
We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn
We go through
around him
Begging for her life
I'll go back to my mother
If I can't be your wife
Poor Lulie she went missing
Nowhere could be found
They searched
the collar and I'll holler "Alabam'! Alabam'!"
That's where you stop your train, that brings me back again
Down home where I'll remain, where my honey
Somewhere in the ocean
Pucky sadly swims
Proudly green but forever blue
A home is lost to him
Bring back, bring back,
Bring back the whalers to us
Bring
wig?
Fuck you bring him here for?
What you think I could do?
Somebody could've followed you
Fuck it nigga I'll ride wit you
Some real niggas
with that
I wish Uncle Al, BIG, and Pac bring us back
Cook coke chopped crack ain't
Longer stop that rep your shit
Lemme see exactly where you blocks
to tell him that she loved him
And she hung up the phone singin'
Roll on highway, roll on along
Roll on daddy till you get back home
Roll on family,
Fo' you know it ya noggins split ya bottom teeth is falling out
Got a problem wit partner, I see him in the city and call him out
It wasn't for
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