Lyrics:
on his luck.
There's a need in the greedy and he's got to give it up.
To be a winner
Chorus (George Clinton)
There's a party, and we're all invited.
Not
I heard "Run" on the radio, yesterday
Got me thinking 'bout, how much you love George Strait
But by the time the airwaves ever played that song
fantasize
I look up take place on cognition
Look down make waste on creation
Then Ask this to the constellation
Can I switch with you for replacement
I am
walls
Shuffling around
As the future trickled down
And I was thinking when the tunnel lost its light
George Romero got flesh right
Bite it off so easy
writing a funky rap or two
So Free Your dull-ass Mind your funky Ass Will Follow
Your funk is watered down, in other words it's kinda shallow
Get Up to Get
how you run
Many a man has lost his life by trying to make lost time
But if you run your engine right, you'll get there just on time?
Up the road he
SPOKEN: “George, they're catching up to us!”
“Get back in the wagon woman!”
Two wheels on my wagon,
And I'm still rolling along
Them Cherokees are
We rolling out
Showing out
Rolling Loud
Ya
With the squad
Turning up
It's going down
Ya
Fat packs
Fat backs
Well endowed
Ya
Look my way
She say hey
room I reached out my hand
And ask her to dance
She could've easily shot
Me down
She stood up and slipped
Into my arms
And we started spinnin around
mashed up on the glass, I gotta big ol' Lac
A nigga coming down with blue and purple
Coming down with the 5th in the back
And I'm feelin so true
Got much
mashed up on the glass, I gotta big ol' Lac
A nigga coming down with blue and purple
Coming down with the 5th in the back
And I'm feelin so true
Got much
hands up but still shoot us down
They feel like that we a threat so they don't wanna be around
That's why they talk the way they talk because they got all
If you’re sitting in traffic after work
And you wanna get them wheels rolling in the dirt
Trade your little toy car for a pick up truck
and Country
much more loud
After ten laps Grandpa's puffed
He lies down and Jo gets off
Side by side look at the sky
See wheelbarrow clouds go by
Grandpa George
Still got my head in the clouds
And I ain't coming down
Got my head in the clouds
And I ain't coming down
Got my head in the clouds
And I ain't
The way we drive
55 down a no name road and I
Cant keep up with her gypsy soul
And I can tell when southern bell
Has me on my toes
My hands
learn (I'm high)
I use my Colt 45 to shoot down your Olde English
By the time that I'm finished I peel the caps off six Guinness
Skwad Training helps
down,
George Straight singin' bare feet,
Slow dance long hair swingin'
Under the neon sky, just watching the world go by
We were laying by the river
This is revolution shit
Uh, yeah, c'mon and get down
Uh, yeah, c'mon and get down
Uh, yeah, hey
The year is 2020, the number
A little somethin'
bacon
2DopeBoyz got the beef
We serve filet mignon steak and
Sour Dies' got me touching the moon
Rolling up blunts the size
Of a fucking cocoon
Wolves
SUCKA
You beat down my father and you raped my mother Africa
And now you want to laugh at her
I feel like pickin up a razor, and slashin ya
Snatch
King George's men came marching
Up to the old inn door
They said no word to the landlord
They drank his ale instead
But they gagged his daughter
leveled up but some people say I went main stream
You cannot lock me down
King of the jungle and I put that on the Wild Things
Rolling Rolling Rolling
drop there but
I don't smoke
But all my niggas they be rolling up yeah
I don't smoke
But all my niggas they be rolling up yeah
I don't smoke
But all my
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