Lyrics:
the slang dictionary
I swear by Peter, Paul & Mary
I'll use it"
"Furthermore," said the rebel
"I won't let the issue pass
The whole student body's
Month went by without a word
Somebody down the holler heard
About that boy they hung
He begged those men to spare his life
But I dropped my bloody
wave like they stoppin' a taxi
On a six, in a Lamb', but I'm not that bitch Mary (Helluva made this beat, baby)
Four-one
They counted me out, I came
bitches set niggas up, huh bro
Why niggas don't give a fuck
I wear the mud among Fiend and Magic, it's tragic how it went down
TRU tank dogs
Trevor liked the music but not the Unity
He unwound Haji's turban and he knocked him to his knees
If God came down on Christmas Day
I know exactly
I never went to work for it
See a nine to five was so jive turkey
But when Thanksgiving came that check didn't hurt me
You plead the fifth
I read
Trevor liked the music but not the Unity
He unwound Haji's turban and he knocked him to his knees
If God came down on Christmas Day
I know exactly
she gon'"
We had dinner, we talked about the future
She said I could have chose any bitch, I would beg to differ
But beggars can't be choosers,
as gone
And then when Thursday came around, I was all alone
So I went for a drive to clear my mind
Ended up at a Shell on I-65
Then I won a hundred
fine, hard to look in your eyes
With a big ol' booty, it's yo ass fault (ass fault)
Told a nigga I know your kind
If you came on my side, woulda robbed
and make a new record
But now he's fucked the game up 'cause one of the ways I came up
Was through that publication, the same one that made me famous
Now
keys
I took lil' mama then went down to Greece
Young nigga 'round me, slimey and greasy
I bought her diamonds and she keep it a secret
Knock your
and make a new record
But now he's fucked the game up 'cause one of the ways I came up
Was through that publication, the same one that made me famous
Now
Virgil Caine is the name
And I served on the Danville train
'Til Stoneman's cavalry came
And tore up the tracks again
In the winter of '65
We
the morning, my phone ringing
I'm thinking, "Who the fuck is this," on the other line screaming
Told em, "Keep down," but they was breathing hard
It was my
We're all clear here, Thomas
Before we had an issue with one of the doors earlier
But maintenance came on down and fixed that up
Alright, Tom, that's
the chimney he came with a leap and a bound;
He was dressed allin fur, and his belly was round.
He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
And filled
Virgil Caine is the name
And I served on the Danville Train
Until Stonemason cavalry came and tore
Up the tracks again
In the winter of '65, we were
up to Nashville town
In case the boys could use a guy like me
But the mailman brought 'em right back down and I think it made him sad
You're bound
'm dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow
the moon struck one
Julie came running through the pasture, she was screaming at the sky
She fell down to her knees and the tears did fly
Little John
John Roy was a boy I knew
Since he was 3 and I was two
Grew up two little houses down from me
The only bad apples on our family tree
Kinda
she just walked up the block
She raised a few eyebrows and then she went on down alone
Now, won't you batter down by Baton Rouge, River Queen, roll
but the number one rapper in the world
He done traveled all over the world
He came back just to give you some game
All of the little boys and girls,
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