Lyrics:
man couldn't sell you
He kept a 45 in a Crown Royal bag
Wiped the fingerprints off
Handed me the rag
I'm never going back to Memphis
I'm never going
chose to leave, I kept stumbling
Even when I told them I'm royal, I kept rumbling
If they don't want to see me on top, tell them to bottom then
Fullt
looking down, down on the years
In front of me, the grass, the dorms
The quad, the bluest sky
The vivid memories of why I went to college
Or what I loved
radio's loud like a fire alarm
The floor vibrates, the walls cave in
The bass makes my eardrums seem thin
Def sounds in my ride, yes the front and back
You
don't know what but sometimes it just hits ya
From the clear blue sky in Galaxy, Virginia
Grandpa Tom when he was just nineteen
Got blown off a battleship
the front and back
You would think it was a party, not a Cadillac
Cause I drive up to the ave, with the windows closed
And my bass is so loud, it could rip
I wake inside of a dream
And what's in front of my eyes
It's a scene that's as much of a feeling
As it is a sight
I find myself in a sea
the heads nodding
Lost your mind and said, "shit!!" when we barged in
The front door door, rugged, keeps our shit raw raw
Make hits for the fans, plus
seen the green wasn't enough
I jumped in the Lexus, went to Texas, pulled a royal flush
Feelin like Tony Atlas, up in Dallas
Rhymacutin with them niggas
mere dabb lagga tool
Utto royal a blood kabhe chadat asool
Kamm ustreya di maala palle paapian de link
Aaje maut vi front akh karaan na blink
22 saal di
There’s a place where I come from that’s a little out of view
There’s a Sunday matinee on Virginia Avenue
Mrs. Williams and Mrs. Bean talking in
Words, they keep dropping.
They keep spilling from my hands on to paper.
I’m in Virginia.
It’s 3am and I can’t fall asleep.
Just a little bit
Royal Highness, you minus what you claim to be
(Say what?)
Uh, I get da drop on you niggas
I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas
Uh, I get da
though)
The white people they love me though, go ask Rosie O'Donnell (for real though)
Got six bad bitches in my bed, it look like royal rumble (royal
of trees
Now the car begins to stall
Is there anyone at all
In Point Pleasant
West Virginia
How did I get here
And how long was I asleep
I need to find
My
a son of West Virginia
You got a sister on the way
And both of you are Mountaineers
And that will always stay
I couldn't wait to grow up quick
And pay
Virginia, to David Banner's home
I'm well connected haters, best to mind ya manners homes
I got a nickel-plated 38, but hey the hammer chrome
And it
Virginia, New Orleans, ya heard me?
All the classy ones like to act like they a virgin
And the nasty ones like when I talk to'em dirty
But I'm breakin'
the Carolinas, Virginia to David Banner's home
I'm well connected, haters, best to mind ya manners homes
I got a nickel-plated 38 but hey, the hammer chrome
to stunt
Bitch I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to front
I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to front
Hoe I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't lyin
I still recall the morning that I met you
Standing out in front of Wilson’s five and dime
Staring through the window at the jewelry
Hungry for
hair
Sitting on the front seat, dipping up the
Running from the police got me in a hurry
Ducking officer Mahoney and Tackleberry
In my white royal blue,
as I'm right over there
Right in front right? (yeah) Okay, aight gotchu
Son who laced you with the ill haircut?
Lenny, he blessed me with the sharp
jungle
In front of a royal rumble we stay strong and humble
We stay strong & humble
Again I launch my complain
On this Babylon train
New vibration
Make
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