Lyrics:
the misfortune not to pay your fare
Thrown off the next stop
Thrown in the doorway of a shop
With that coat to keep you from the wind
Oh, that old school
they made up
Some make you sing and some make you scream
One makes you wish that you'd never been seen
But there's a shop on the corner that's selling
a little lookie
Hit the green house, too crowded
Just checked out the entry
Smoked so much weed I got the highest in the century
Coffee Shop stop we found
nice in a strange town
'Cause we don't know, don't care
And we got to go, man
Rush my money to the record shops
I stop off in a back street
Buy
nice in a strange town
'Cause we don't know, don't care
And we got to go, man
Rush my money to the record shops
I stop off in a back street
Buy
'll meet you up top)
Yo it's hard to shake this feelin' that I might get knocked
(Dun, you know it don't stop, we can't close up shop)
(Uh, what?) It's
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
Ayy, don't you know I got ki's by
Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate
I'm like toothaches, I'm painful to rappers
Then you can tell from these shells
How I got
just now, skimming through 'Rogue
Herries' by Horace Walpole
When suddenly I came over all peckish
Wensleydale: Peckish, sir?
Mousebender: Esurient
you (ooh)
(Woo, ooh shit, nigga)
I ain't finished yet, not by a long shot
Cole never snooze, won't even stop my alarm clock
Shout to Ryan Coog',
will
And on the old town square under the barber shop pole
They sat me up in the chair when I was four years old
I can almost hear my poppa saying
Project, I stay by the railway
I stood on the block, then I got me a spot
Now my daughter go shop for some Chanel frames
Trackin' device on the back
never get old
And the champagne's always cold
And the music is always good
And the pretty girls just happened to stop by in the hood
And they hop
Yeah
2 Chainz, 2Tymes
Two sticks, two nines
This beat ProdByRTB (yeah, Toni)
I'm from the A, my lingo set
You drink lean 'cause the internet
grandpappy
If you wanna stay happy
Better lace up your best dancin' shoes
Come see us, don't write us
You can stop your arthritis
Just by dancin' away
awesome (now)
Walk up to the club like, "What up, I got a big cock"
Nah, I'm just pumped, I bought some shit from a thrift shop
Ice on the fringe is so
I heard you for the first time
At the corner coffee shop
You said 'look at all those people, out there
Aimless, unable to stop'
Wasting all their
the sidewalk
Disappearing into the booze shop
Rainbow queues stand down by the news stand, waiting for the late
Show
Pin ball, sin hall, minds in free fall
by?"
And I said, "Mom, I'm really pushed for time
But I'll see you in a week or two"
And I was drivin' through this little town
In Georgia when I
Out of bed at eight am
Out my head by half past ten
Out with mates and dates and friends
That's what I do at weekends
I can't talk and I
I can still remember (what), tryna shop a deal (uh-huh)
From Taco Bell to TRL
I climbed the Billboard charts to the top until
As fate would have it
trying to stop it
So what the fuck can I do to make a profit?
Catch a flight to St. Louis
That's cool, cause nobody knew us
We stepped off
and spirit's of wine
To cure the pip-i-dy pop
Till she became a what's-the name
A travelling doctor's shop
Well she had a face which was a disgrace
To humanity
at the news like, "Damn I was just with him after school"
No shop class but half the school got a tool
And a "I could die any day"-type attitude
Plus his
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