Lyrics:
why'knahmsayin, you can check him out on our...
Myspace and our website and all that too (our myspace)
We got the new album from the lil' homey, chrome
never even called me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
and a half
Before I left I stopped by to see my nigga 21 in the studio
He had two of his kids with him right in the studio, that's when I knew
You a stand
never even called me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me
the wait Carter IV coming soon
Light it up 'cause I'ma smoke good
She tried to deep throat, I fucked around and choked her
It's Young Money mutherfucker game
The Phoenix
The Phoenix
Aye yo what's good?
Man, this ya guy Lyfe Jennings, once again, man
I just want to start off by sayin', 'Thank you'
Curtis them,
Courtesy of my Smith & Wesson,
I kill tracks like aids, nigga get infected,
[Chorus]
The whole world been waiting on him,
Here I come,
York City's mixtape circuit. He's already in the studio working on his upcoming album with tracks produced by Dr. Dre, Shaw Money, and Eminem himself.
statement's wit
& I'm concentrating on making hits
& I'm fittin' em line by line
Teeth I grit & I'm tryin to find the perfect rhyme scheme
I'm dreamin'
Mozart
Just stand, say you're mad damn, why him?
Z-oh-one Tonka, five-sixty Benz
I'm sick and mad deep no shorts and no sleep
I'm bugged like
him but he's too shy to dare
For he's just four and she's just three and that's a sad affair
Everytime she looks at him with eyes so big and blue
He
your four points O's
And Benz five hundreds it all points to oh
Now you niggas 'memba me
Tell me how could you forget, back to johnny's album cover
a little nigga by the name of Chris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (ahh)
Knowing he could rap, no one lent a hand
So he went about his
While she goes down
When I went to my bros
Told him help me please
Now we hop out the PJs
Hosted by the P
My old bitch yellin' come back
Come
I'm gonna send thee four by four
Four by four that stood at the door
Three by the Hebrew children
Two by Paul and Silas
One by the little bitty baby
And what am i to say?
Wasn't i once on for you?
And what am i to say?
One if by land, two if by sea, three if by chance.
Four for the door, five for
that yoppa by the bed nigga french toast
Black Phantom out front nigga space ghost
Word on the street you looking for 4 and a heezy
Just pull up in
Round and round and away we go
Round and round and away we go
Four by four and away we go
High not low and away we go
Round and round and away we go
something and I got it covered
Somehow always rise above it
Why you think I got my head in the clouds on my last album cover?
The game is all mine and I'm
four
Hey! What are you doing? What's goin' on?
Woody: Sorry.)
Synthesizer rock ruled Jessica's feet
As a slave to that ubiquitous beat
Visions
nutty, picnic basket
Not short of a sandwich
A peanut butter, Boyce Watkin's a faggot
Please come and get me
Said I suck him at your neck
Like
called me by my name
Well, a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that song
And he told me it was the perfect country and western song
I wrote him
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
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