Lyrics:
diamonds baby blue
I want my diamonds baby blue
I was a yout that was born for the stage
I was already ahead of the wave
I told these niggas get outtaa way
like your opinion man
You're just another Stan
Turned on by my killing sprees
Why can't you just let me be
I'm Sweet Blue Haired Mary of the Lowlands
Red on the head
Like the dick of a dog
Blue and bitter as a slaughter house hog
She'll take you to bed
If you're a prince or a frog
She's red
fucking this cat
You just hold the head steady
I'm ducking the pap cuz this bitch ain't ready
Kiss her on the wrist
Tell her she the one I miss
If I hit
cats but she runs from the field mice
Everything is good and to be loved
Sent by the Father from up above
Hold her doll she knows it's tired
So she can
to the boys in blue
Or you won't get no more Hokey Pokey
By the time we're through with you
By the time we're through with you
Fellas in the alley all
you sing to the boys in blue?
Oh, you won't get no more Hokey Pokey
By the time we're through with you
By the time we're through with you"
Fellows
Queen of south beach, aging blues
Dinners at six, wear your cement shoes
I thought you were singing your heart out to me
Your lips were syncing and now
blues
Dinners at six, wear your cement shoes
I thought you were syncing your heart out to me
Your lips were syncing and now I see
A change
(A change
Queen of south beach, aging blues
Dinners at six, wear your cement shoes
I thought you were singing your heart out to me
Your lips were syncing and now
I saw this pair of shoes that was really live
It wasn't just a pair of shoes, that was on her
From the ground up, she looked like a plate of lasagna
Now old Jack Johnson
He was the toughest man in the whole wide world,
He used walk around whoppin' people up side the head
Makin' all sorts
Cat Diesel Power cap pulled down low
Makin that bacon, row by row
Can't get them muscles at the YMCA
It's from choppin' cotton, cuttin' corn
bounce than an ounce (Death Row, Death Row)
Shucks, stomping in my big blue Chucks
More bounce to the ounce while I'm ditching you, klutz
bounce than an ounce (Death Row, Death Row)
Shucks, stomping in my big blue Chucks
More bounce to the ounce while I'm ditching you, klutz
Look into the rhyme
Rum to the ripple
Single
But at times I come in triple
Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head
Now your dead
Wyclef don't
Look into the rhyme
Rum to the ripple
Single
But at times I come in triple
Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head
Now your dead
Wyclef don't
views, cause all you do is fall back
See WesT over the trees, you know we saw that
Stayin balling, cause you know that he a tall cat
You can't trust nobody
Drip in Designer Gear
My bitch Fine as Hell
Fill the Safe with Blues and Lock it
Keep a Glock 1 in the head ain gotta Cock it
Like a Pistol in a Robbery
Call Rudy, tell him hook us up a twenty sack
C'mon c'mon c'mon, we ballin' y'all
Where my cats think you feel me at?
Alla y'all, and when we earn that
Street lights and deep nights, cats tryna eat right
Ridin' no-seat-bikes, with work to feed hypes
So they can get sweet Nike's, they head and they feet
Street lights and deep nights, cats tryna eat right
Ridin' no-seat-bikes, with work to feed hypes
So they can get sweet Nike's, they head and they feet
caught the pussy by the tail and
The kitty cat wailed under his power!
So scared that he pissed
Tinny rubbed his nose in it
And called him a coward
"You
you said don't go there
I'm where blues and rock meet, like shoes and concrete
Ready to die, all eyes on me like Big and Pac's beef
Probably going over
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