Lyrics:
And three young girls who cried
The west coast is falling
I see rocks in the sky
The preacher took his bible
And laid it on the stool
He said with
flipped it
Hit a lick, paid cash, said nothin', pimp shit
All of this was around spring eighty one
I was in the life and had a good three year run
Anyway,
Yes sir, SwishaHouse!
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Paul Wall, Swishahouse, Hypnotize Minds, Three 6 Mafia!
It's goin down
[Chorus: x4]
Fifteen years Le Bing Son
Fought side by side with the Americans
In the mountains and deltas of Vietnam
In '75 Saigon fell
And he left his
were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity
(Chorus)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
17
Tell my mother, "I need a good lawyer"
Tell my father, "I'm getting a tan"
My sleepy siesta down south of the border
Is taking more time than I
[verse 1]
Full blown
Rap rock and roll
Whatever happened to solid gold?
Ain't like it can't and won't get sold
Sold by the same cats
Stole yo soul
how far south you go.
Can you really be down in Mexico?
So here I am, surrounded by sand and clear water.
Watching the sunshine making tan lines,
As grey traces of dawn tinge the eastern sky, the three travelers, men of Willow Dale, emerge from the forest shadow. Fording the River Dawn, they
Desireé
You ain't no concern, I'ma wait and see what Heaven say
I got a brother by the name of Snicky Ricky Wade
He said - Bubba, real careers ain't
Desireé
You ain't no concern, I'ma wait and see what Heaven say
I got a brother by the name of Snicky Ricky Wade
He said - Bubba, real careers ain't
of the Broadway Nights
And I would send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For forty three dollars, my friend lost his
Remove your clothes
Take off your clothes (Strip!) [3x]
Out the shower, we butt-naked
Cash and ass, we don't fake it
Measuring tape, by four
white lady, by the key (key)
Ayy, cup full of Texas, poured by the three (three)
Hoped out the Porsche, went and sold me a P (a P)
Smoke a pussy nigga
Cadillac Dreams
(Dave Cheetham)
VERSE 1
Do you remember back in high school
When we were kids just fumbling through our teens
Those lazy summer
Throwed wardrobe, by my bed son of a bastard
When it come to Cadillacs
Trae got that mastered
And the game that I got, way flyer than NASA
Me and Three 6
to the south
The old bird's gonna nest.
The radio gonna play our songs sometimes
And make me smile, erase some miles,
And make the time go by.
Time as we
me pictures of the Broadway Nights
And I'd send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For forty three dollars,
company, two's a crowd
And three's a party
Ya girl ain't with it, I got somebody (haha)
And by nature she's naughty (wooh)
Now gimme that sweet, that
One, two
One, two, three
Yeah, inslumnational, underground
Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (woo)
Like a million elephants or silverback
One, two
One, two, three
Yeah, inslumnational, underground
Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (woo)
Like a million elephants or silverback
One Sunday morning as I was walking
By Brisbane Waters I chance to stray
I heard a convict his fate bewailing
As on the sunny riverbank he lay
What are you lookin' at back there?
Some of y'all never been down south too much
I'm gonna tell you a little story
So's you'll understand what
of youth
My mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured
As the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels was
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