Lyrics:
these motherfuckers that want to run up on the Hill
(Step off!) You know why?
This shit is all about boo-yaa ('Cause I said step off!)
This is
out shrimp
I pull up clean I get out limp i walk like
I talk like bi, bitch get chere
Best playa on my team when I ball women cheer
And they love
don't you lie so still
Was Wedn'sday evenin' when first
We heard the word
It did not come by train nor bird
T'was when Ben pike stepped down to say
"This
my car with everything in tow
Can't you feel that awful heat on this August day
But it's not half as bad as Texas I'd say
A little lizard legging up
And there ain't no goin' back
Rodeo girl
Saddle up
There's no more credit in this bank
Try your luck
Up in the East
Down in the West
Hold on tight
You know what they say about bein' nice to the right people on the way up
Sooner or later you gonna meet them comin' down
Well, there ain't no goin'
named Jill on the bus stop
Dropped a line or two, and he had the hoe
At that type of shit he's a pro
So Jack and Jill ran up the hill to catch
Because half measured shows are all half ass
How did we ever end up this way'
And I fall numb in disarray
I'm cultivating my ignorance
Didn't we have
named Jill on the bus stop
Dropped a line or two, and he had the hoe
At that type of shit he's a pro
So Jack and Jill ran up the hill to catch
up some boys, it's custodian time
Me and my thoughts, it's the loneliest time
Don't tell me 'bout loyalty, show me this time
Don't tell me 'bout
pain
Come sit by me, don't say a word
Oh, can it be that I am slain
Quick, Magdalena, take my gun
Look up in the hills, that flash of light
Aim
breaks through
We'll load up the wagon and set the little one by our side
Take the gold into telluride
I'd like to lay you down on a cannonball bed
Put
pick up the hammer!"
He said to get a rusted spike and swing it down three times
I'll pay you a nickel a day for every inch you sink it to
Go
this feeling
I'm gon' keep making rhymes all the way up the hill and
Find out what's over the hill
Find out what's over the hill mhm
on the piano
Good mornin' Joe
Can't go home if you're goin' by the mill
'Cause the bridge washed out at the bottom of the hill
The big creek's up
you will
Go swimming quick like a fish and every wish will be fulfilled
Strike up and start the parade
Cutting down the weeds keep slinging the blade
Please come to Denver with the snow fall
We'll move up into the mountains
So far we can't be found
And throw I love you echoes down the canyon
And then
Driving down I-5
I don't ever want to die
'Cause I'd no more get to see
All this beauty passing by me
Laundry on the line
Truckers passing
a sharp pain
Come sit by me, don't say a word
Oh, can it be that I am slain?
Quick, Magdalena, take my gun
Look up in the hills, that flash of light
gun up but I think keep peep this game now
To the niggas that's just gone by that fuckin' with Bone
Swing widda clip tight clan
It's all eternally
I was sure by now God you would have reached down
And wiped our tears away,
Stepped in and saved the day.
But once again, I say amen
That it's still
the weed spot, pounds of purp, bowl of cereal
Cartoons is on, my favorite shit is The Smurfs
Now I don't slip when I'm down in the dirt,
cause by this
VAUGHN MONROE AND HIS ORCHESTRA
VOCAL BY VAUGHN MONROE
ORCHESTRA PLAYS THE SONG. THEN;
THIS ROAD LEADS TO RAINBOWVILLE,
GOING MY WAY?
UP AHEAD
high and mighty with all that muscle!"
Go ahead, boy. Pick up that hammer, and show me what you can do!"
He said to get a rusted spike and swing it down
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