Lyrics:
life's like one great big ball of shit
If I could just put it all into all I spit
Stead of always tryin' to swallow it, instead of starin' at this wall
drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
life's like one great big ball of shit
If I could just put it all into all I spit
Stead of always tryin' to swallow it, instead of starin' at this wall
launch for hire
A skinny man with two-one shoes
Cause tonight they're arranging a small reception just for me
Behind the big casino by the sea
I know what
Yeah, c'mon, hoo!
I had a friend was a big baseball player
Back in high school
He could throw that speed ball by you
Make you look like a fool boy
that we smoke
I said fuck that, you get free smoke
If I say this, they might re-vote
Why I'm the king of Grime by default
Big ego, man can't diss my
life is done
Another race I'm glad I got to run
Another chapter in my life, it's over
No I'm never gonna feel like that again
Time's rushin' by me
life, it's done
Another race I'm glad I got to run - Another chapter of my life, it's over
No, I'm never gonna feel like that again - Time's rushin' by me
the road gang lighten up the track
I can hear the foreman hollering man
Ay, big boy can't you move it, big boy move it
Can't you hear that ball of fire
Jerry Jeff Walker
Well, our story starts in Texas, where he's tempered by the heat
That skinny Alvin boy believes his fastball can't be heat
So he
About ethics of the so called fairer sex
Fair about what
Then I find time goes by
And one forgives as one forgets
And one does forgot
God bless
With balls, in his durag, he sags, fearin' no man
He stands, pen in his hand like Edward Scissorhands
Will slice competition and just goes about
balls, it’s hard to relax.
Tries to sleep around, but his chances are slim,
Ladies like his muscles, but they’re stunned by him.
Chorus:
Big ol' Paul
And their game was basketball
The center, a massive collection of bones
Was known by the nickname of Skyscraper Jones
The forwards were both
Brilliant ball
by a fishin' hole
That's how country boys roll
Yeah, they work, work, work
All week 'til the job gets done
Weekends they barbecue
And have a cold one
regrets then blades of grass
That covers up this dirt
On this big old ball we all call
God's Green Earth
(Chorus)
Oh,your memory has colored me
the local palais
That's where the big bands used
To come and play
My sister went there on a Saturday
Come dancing
All her boyfriends used to come and call
E-class
I think we got a problem
Yeah
Big money in this bitch if you didn't knew
Big business minus the business suit
Even I look in
john's balls
All my players in the house that can buy the bar
And the ballin' ass niggas with the candy cars
If you a pimp and you know you don't love
That's the rhythm of the World.
Moving us closer to the day of His return
That's the rhythm of the world.
And it gets stronger every time this big ball
Warning the Basemaster General has determined that coffee is good for your health Doug is bouncing off the walls Ray is drooling big spit balls
If you hear music from down the street
And you find yourself tappin' your feet
Just ease on by if you want to
There's only one thing expected
make
Hootie Hoo
Tight like hallways, smoked out always(Hootie Hoo)
Yeah, Hootie Hoo
Big Boi on the left, Andre's on my right
Tight like hallways, smoked
balls, everybody knows me
I'm a big deal, you should kneel, and crawl when you approach me
I got big bucks, big cars, I'm bigger than all the universe
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