Lyrics:
Or take your vacations
By the mountains or sea,
Don't swap your old cow for a car,
You'd better stay right where you are;
Well you'd better take this
Or take your vacations
By the mountains or sea,
Don't swap your old cow for a car,
You'd better stay right where you are;
Well you'd better take this
Take a few M-16s to the hood
Pass 'em all out on the block, what's good?
I'ma put the Compton swap meet by the White House
Republican run up, get
so hard to say it but I've been here before
Now I'll surrender up my heart and swap it for yours
I'm out of touch, I'm out of love
I'll pick you
You
You and me
You and me, won't be unhappy
And if I only could
Make a deal with God
Get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be
me a pirogue
And I'll catch all the fish in the bayou
Swap my mon to buy Yvonne what she need-o
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
get, gone
Get gone (yeah, yeah)
Three main bitches thinkin' they my main bitch (21, 21)
Hit the club and swap the hoes I came with
(Straight up,
big fun on the bayou
Settle down far from town, get me a pirogue
Oh, I'll catch all the fish in the bayou
Swap my mon to buy my John what he need-o
And Jerry drink their Bovril
Crawl out from the trenches swap their wives
And swap addresses til Our Lady's calling
Time then back in line behind
Your pistols
And I'll catch all the fish in the bayou
Swap my mon to buy Yvonne what she needs, oh
Son of a gun, we gonna have big fun on the bayou.
Jambalaya,
the bayou
Swap my mon to buy Yvonne what she need-o
Son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie
as good as lost
I don't know your name but I'm a'stakin' my claim
Lest yore eyes is crossed
Oh, I'd swap my gun 'n' I'd swap my mule
Though whoever took it
yeah yeah,
yeah yeah,
yeah yeah,
Aye, I got Shiba swap I can swap the gwap
I got candy paint stains on a winter top
In a lambo (skkrrtt) make
to the bit where you pay
And you realize then that it's finally the time
To walk back past ten-thousand eyes in the line
And you can swap jumpers and make
He wanna swap, where's my opp?
He wanna swap, where's my opp?
Here's your opp, Diddy bop
He wanna swap, AR-50 for a Glock
Wish I could stay but I
or deliverance
Beneath a golden rain
Swap and swing and sissy spank
The middle-class defined
Or those who swim the deep end
Where sex and death combine
Now, shrunken heads for all occasions
Collect 'em, swap 'em
Give them to your witch doctor friends
Now, shrunken heads for all occasions
Collect
If you gang, gang, gang, that's what's up with me
Freebandz
Fire Marshall
Love a tool only 'til I swap it out
We got papers, flip my stones, it
At the end of the day
It depends on the pay
You'd swap it all in a second for a good night out
Talk to the river at the end of a good night out
I need
Just think of the lives you could swap with your own
While you're selling your coats, you're sewing your own
You know it's not the easy way
else fails
I'll swap this bed of roses
For a bed of nails
I wouldn't mind being left up on that shelf
If I hadn't actually built, built the thing myself
Suspicion returns.
Save what you learn
Suspicious soul to return.
Say my land to me
Swap all hell to me
The shock of reality
Lost my identity.
right now
Cash your crowns
For ups that come back down
Swap your soul for
Dry bones
Hollow pride
Cast stones inside
Your wax and your feathers
Glue
The city blues they strike again
Another worker drops his pen
He wants to be done
And out on the run
Away from the curse, he'd swap all his worth
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