Lyrics:
mine
Display your indie but say no
More or I'll blind you like spit did to Remo
To the dirt and edit the clip and lost Kano
My mens wear problems like
time you see me again gangsta'd up
Chilling wit my beanie again
Got many of friends in b ball, football
Baseball, the penetentianary, the graveyard
I'm wit'a bad bitch
With a black glick and it's plastic (Glock)
See y'all niggas been talking mad shit
And till we catch u stretch u like u elastic
By
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
and at every fancy ball
And when we play the funerals, we play the March from Saul
Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals clang and the horns they blaze
away
have to have golf balls you can have pimples
Ya know? Just have your game on
[(Chorus) Lac + Mannie Fresh]
[Lac:] If your riding on 16's than put that
a ball
Ain't gonna care about anything
Anything at all
[Chorus]
I've got forty eight hours and twenty five dollars
In change, til Monday
Got on my
You think I wouldn't have him
Unless I could have him by the balls
You think I just dish it out
You don't think I take it at all
You think I am
and at every fancy ball
And when we play the funerals, we play the March from Saul
Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals clang and the horns they blaze
away
as a bird
As I walk right out that door
You have my word
I won't bother you no more
Yes I'm doing alright
As I face the lonely night
And our love it
Iron the wrinkles out my scrotum, wear it to your function
I am not aroused by simple plowing or thrustin
Can’t cum unless you use my balls as a speed
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
Boom, b-boom, b-boom-boom
Drive slow homie, drive slow homie
You never know homie, might meet some hoes homie
You need to pump your brakes
Dayton's in his hand
Keys in his hand reason again to let you know he's the man
Back when we rocked Alesis he had dreams of Caprice's
Drove by
stunna shades on and my wrist look heavy
i wear em in the dark like bad by freddy
im so flatland like table park
stunna shades on and my wrist look heavy
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
Boom, b-boom, b-boom-boom
Drive slow homie, drive slow homie
You never know homie, might meet some hoes homie
You need to pump your brakes
than you all, so I don't have to pause
All of y'all can suck my balls through my drawers
Dark knight feelin', die you be a hero
Or live long enough
Tongue tied newly wed bride
Back in all your yesterdays
Dressed to kill at the ball
Eager to show what you wear
Never to excel
In a house that she
daddy do
(I ball)
Died in the Easter fit before you
Can wear it out, yeah, yeah
I just bought a brand-new ratchet
At my grandma house, uh, uh
I been
ever raised was us
Dug a forty foot well struck thirty-six gallons of dust
Salvation Army gave us clothes to wear a man from the county came to cut our
'em in your world
Niggas all dogs? If niggas all dogs, then what you call broads?
Felines in heat, meowing for some yarn balls
Now you and her done
He grabbed me by my neck and said, "Here's what we'll do.
We gotta lotta work here, me and you.
The souls of your friends you and I will claim.
You
Yeah, I like it when the girls
Stop by in the summer do you remember?
Do you remember when we met, last summer?
New Kids On The Block had a bunch
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