Lyrics:
Baba baba boom
Throw salt in ya wound
Throwing salt cuz of shade
Gives the broth more flav
Liquid dope entrees
Man dem boys lack taste
Clocking my
The switchman knew by the engine's moan
That the man at the throttle was Casey Jones
When he was within six miles of the place
There No. 4 stared him straight
Hopin' that it don't get shut
By these police makin' raids on those of us who know what's up
My lil' uzi weighs a ton, man, I truly ain't the one
My
Blue marble on the floor
Where the salt water
I'm the boss this player holes like a golf course
(Young niggas gettin' money, young niggas gettin'
as old as a pharaoh
I need a super snail
Oh man what a pal
I need a super snail
Watch out for the salt
Leaving a trail he can't hide
Even though he has
the bath salts!
With balls of steel he runs on beer
By now you should know to better stear clear!
Bitten by sharks, struck by lightning
A high speed chase
In Salt lake city, Joe says I, in standing by my bed
"They framed you on a murder charge"
Says Joe "but I ain't dead"
Says Joe "but I ain't dead"
God bless here's a man of conviction
With the evidence enough to convict him
So he stands by the side of the victim
Has stength enough to forgive him
Cobblestone mountain it was made by hand
From the magic and mortar of a cobblestone man
Cobblestone mountain it was laid by hand
From the magic
If I could have chosen where God would hide his heaven
I'd wish for it to be the salt and swell of the ocean
Carried by the currents to all
them frienemy, understand me
We don't have no time for playin' so you know what
Yeah, scream out
Come lay down Salt and Pepa is a team
Mad Lion
hear me"?
'Cause it's, it's so good right?
'Cause it's like, man, it's needed, you know what I mean?
Gotta finish them scriptures mane
It's needed
high,
It was every man for himself
By a twist of Fate t'was on Moonfleet Bay,
Where the ship would meet its end
Oh, with a roar of wind and sail,
this is what I do
When I'm on the beach, all my diamonds salt water blue (Ross)
Let's party like the pack jam, Pac-Man
Fifty grand, stacked in my lap
sadly am
The salt water opens my grave
Woken by a lone wave
Reborn in a body you love
I see it on your face
Your face
a million
Man, I'm a good guy, turned to a vill-i-a-n
Bully in the pack turned to a rat
Pussy on my jack, I (I) hit a bitch with a car bomb
Bombs in L.A.,
(DzyOnDaBeat)
(MasterChef)
(ProducedByYodaYae1k)
Like overnight, I changed my whole mentality
I kept going back to jail, them people laughed
wonder why they call you bitch
You wonder why they call you bitch
Look here Miss Thang, hate to salt your game
But you's a money hungry woman and you
of the sun
Is kept in the night and by the light of the moon
An ice-piece so as they seem forever fallen
A night-piece of the dismal supper and strange
yeah
[And let me tell ya girl I'm a party animal see?
Word and I need a man that can hang with this thing
You know what I'm sayin'?
With the bridesmen and bridesmaids they made a fine show,
Then I followed after with my heart full of woe,
For I was the man that ought to had her.
a big coke
(Salt, salt, salt, salt) I want fries,
Want the salsa placed upon the one side
(Dip, dip, dip, dip) my slice
Get me everything that you have
Blind man ask me forgiveness
I won't deny myself
Disrespect you have given
Your suffering's my wealth
I feed off pain, force fed to love it
And now I
the salt from the wound
Didn't they always used to say
A man ain't supposed to cry
I defy you to look me in the eye
And tell me you're a friend of mine
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