Lyrics:
One, two, three, four
You follow every line, you wear your perfect fashion style
You're like a satellite and you're driftin' through the sky
You
Tom Joad got out of the old McAlester Pen;
There he got his parole.
After four long years on a man killing charge,
Tom Joad come a-walkin' down
One, two, three, four
You follow every line, you wear your perfect fashion style
You're like a satellite and you're driftin' through the sky
You
hard (uh-huh)
Trust in God 'cause you's about to catch a bullet scar (yeah)
I give a fuck where you from, who you be with
Keep this a secret, right by
Rooks get tooken by the Knight
Lose they Crown by tryna defend a Queen
Checkmate, in 4 moves the Bobby Fischer of rap
With raw moves in a time where
(DAMN), THEN be POPPED (DAMN), THEN ME ROCKED (WHAT?)
Yeah, but we shooting back I'm pulling out the 4-5th
If I ain't get 'em yet, believe they name is
Take a sit down here
And take a bowl of calamint tea
It will keep you warm until the night is gone
And time after time fall arises
With all his leaves
country unfinished line after line after line after line
It's been the curse of my crazy koo-kooed up clocks most all of my lifes time after time after
This old four way stop
I've been here a lot
More times than I can count
Right goes to mama's place
Left to the interstate
Straight ahead goes
and stupid
It's incredible, what a shitty circumstance produces them
Criminals, led by the originals, high strung, motivated by the, principles
Some of us
walls in your motherfuckin' daughter
M-O-S, S-I-E
M-U-G, and K-I-V
Always to' with E-4-0
Hit the air like cubes by a liquor store
Motherfuckers
He made the post at 8:30
We slid by 9
First bullet the leader, cause once it leave you the rest, gone follow behind
Soon as she let me fuck, I’m
Two in the mornin'
We made another mistake
The TV show's keep runnin'
And no one cares bout that
4 in the mornin'
I found myself still trippin'
It's
Two in the mornin'
We made another mistake
The TV show's keep runnin'
And no one cares bout that
4 in the mornin'
I found myself still trippin'
It's
it
By my lonely, I might let you embrace it
But, while they watching, ain't no communication
Cruise around the 404, Check the time it's 4:05
No more
the valley I don’t need no neighbours
Different sauce I got all types of flavours
By myself like I’m Derrick no favours
Alexander the feet
Put em on for
How many times has she lied
Night after night
Never there by your side
Why do you choose to stay when
All gotta do
All you gotta say
Is go
No
It will
Bring the liquor by the boatload
I just wanna' unwind, unwind
Gin, vodka, yac, 4 Loko
Tell the truth I don't mind, don't mind
Hands high to the solar
(Left lane on the highway
4am, out the driveway
Straight across the map, we're like "why wait?"
I know my way around)
I remember us zipping out
Tuvelo (tuvelo)
Lil' mama from the hood,
I grabbed a two-by-four
And started lightin' up the wood
Tuvelo (tuvelo)
I smoke a blunt out in the woods
can't live without
Been around since '97, I've been ripping it down
Spit track after track after 'Beast From the East'
I'm back before Lil' Weezy knew
four-four
Fuck this damn rapping show
Now its 'bout to pop
Cause after that I think I heard like four shots
And all I remember after that was seeing
four hours of vision exchanged for four hours of fright. But enough of â??the fight,â?? enough â??you and I,â?? enough of â??prevailâ?? or â??walk in
Kush smoke in my lungs
Tattoos on my neck and on my arms
I can tell by the way she look, huh-huh, she want some
She ask me what's my name,
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