Lyrics:
We used to jump all in with two bare feet
Back in those days yeah we were wild and free
Not a care in the world just a few big dreams
Time just
favorite presidential, of your personal opinions, mr long, get stronger, tellin brooklin, no sleeping
paid in full, big pimpin, lose control with ms jackson,
side of Barn(?)
All the weak sounds can't come it
We sing, Oh Lord Mr. Kardinal style nice times twice
Red-1 on the mic device mice times two
Original
the bass to confide,
i'll climb these vines till they rate my design.
Mr misunderstood a big grin wishing for a lift to the shoobs
since lifted kids in
'Twas England blade our Wild Geese go,
That small nations might be free,
But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves
Or the fringe of the Great North Sea
Well I hope I'm a dog in my next life and I get to run
Wild and free
And I hope my owner's got a big ole heart
Just like me
Cause if reincarnation
You're beautiful, the way you wear that, share that
Have many ladies, but nothing can compare to that smile
That style that drives men wild
That
From the violence that battered the world outside
As I stayed in my little box
I miss the simple times
When the world wasn't so big to me
And I didn't
like to be cooked in this oven
And baked into a cookie Mr Hand
The hand picked up Jo
After they arrived at their destination by hand travel
They
And there's nowhere to run ta, when I confront ya
Nigga, I call your bluff like you had a phone number
Who wanna see canibus get wild, who wanna act fly and
Get
dukes too
Tears streaming down her pretty face
She got her palms to it
My life is getting too wild
I need to bring some sort calm to it
Bout to lose it
It's time to smoke..
Chorus: Kottomouth Kings
Blaze All Day, Every Day
Each Way, The Right Way
My Way, Greenhay, We High
Been There, Done That
Big
goodbyes Goodbye to my old friends who
Get high and get by on the get by
Got a lot of shit I'm betting on
I'm praying for that big check in The mail
were all created equal
Ok different mama different daddy
But all created by the same father
If you pushing that racism
Then you a part of the big problem
she met her fate by the Serpentine
Well all the music in the world, it means nothing anymore
She remains in the shadows broken, disappointed, he let her
Deville on white walls
Niggas won't catch me slippin'
In that Wilshire district
Big prepared a nigga for shit like that
38 revolver iron out six pack
It's
Mass of clones, brave big words by great pretenders
Same old fears, same old faults, oh repeated stories
Oh, rainy clouds, pour it down and quench
See the rainbow by that grove of trees
Has it not appeared quite suddenly
Look there, up in the sky
Can you still pretend to deny
It's a little
reppin'
Why he dissin', he know we gon' slide in a second
Fella tryin' to step, but he mad when he gets hit by a car
Crowd goin' wild, cause they know that
money on time, so im never late,
God's plan, so its no mistakes,
Dont look me in my eyes and try to play,
c Scorpio, im too emotional to fake,
By any
on the shelve
No one deserves to have there life fucked at twelve
If there's ever a day where your not by my side
I don't wanna wake up
We are tangled and tied
reppin'
Why he dissin', he know we gon' slide in a second
Fella tryin' to step, but he mad when he gets hit by a car
Crowd goin' wild, cause they know that
Ooh-woo
Chino, the big one, not the little one, nigga
Ay
Chino
Ay, you shit too, nigga
Ay
Two-strand twist in my hair with a fade
Chasin' money, the fuck
ocean, scared of motion
Bulletproof flips, I'm slappin 'em, you shoot your best shot
Roll the pearl, all world, lovin Oakland girls
Vinny Testaverde
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