Lyrics:
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
And by the way boy this is no machine you're talking to
Can't ya tell this is Austin and I still love you.
to start beef but spark trees, no cops rolling by
No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets
No reason, for nobody's momma to cry
See I'm a good
Workin' on the album at the same time, you know what I'm sayin?
Visionary boy (C Sick)
Yeah yeah, uh, yeah, we gon' do it for '96 (yeah)
We gon' do it
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
the 411, hun?)
I know you got it going on
(Hey yo, I got it going on) (I'm a bad boy)
As I sit back relax
Steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about
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
the stage and like a thousand bitches fainted (nigga, you ain't shit)
Damn, that boy, he back at it again
Droppin' bars when I pick up the pen, so let's
to start beef but spark trees, no cops rolling by
No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets
No reason, for nobody's momma to cry
See I'm a good
wait´s down the tracks babe
Got this one chance to make love
Right to the end
Hide in the backstreets near the old stock
Danced in the valley down by
Sittin' in the front row
Mary of the fourth form
Turnin' all the boys down
She's turnin' all their heads around
Hitchin' up her short skirt
shipbuilding
Well I ask you, the boy said
"Dad there going to take me to task,
But I'll be back by Christmas"
It's just a rumour that was spread around
lovin' here today
Nona Gaye:
Oh my father, father
We don't need to escalate
Backstreet Boys (Brian):
You see war is not the answer
Nona Gaye
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
ain't do it for fame
Boy, you know it's just (me)
By my goddamn self, all alone I don't need no help
One army, it's just (me)
I gotta get it and go, I
Castle-D boy, he's down with us
D.J. Red Alert, he's down with us
Robocop boy, he's down with us
Makin' funky music is a must
I'm number one.
People
the Yellow Pages under smooth shit
'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggas fucked up by letting me make an album
(How come, rude boy?)
To get
, he's down with us
D.J. Red Alert, he's down with us
Robocop boy, he's down with us
Makin' funky music is a must
I'm number one.
People still
down with us
D.J. Red Alert, he's down with us
Robocop boy, he's down with us
Makin' funky music is a must
I'm number one
People still takin'
Fuck a Milli' now I'm comin' for that William
Hold up, wait a minute think about it that's a Billi' (Woo!)
God damn, boy you know I'm puttin' in
I'll be there for you
Girl you can count on me it's game baby
You know you can always count on me, ha ha
Yo holla at ya boy come polly with ya boy
Look
to stop by and check us out sometime
He looked at me like I'm out my mind
Shook his head like, "White boys don't know how to rhyme"
I spit out a line
She gon' wait for them to clear it
What I'm sipping not the clearest
But she got me by the spirits, naw
How'd I see it? whoa hey
How'd you get here?
Yo, yo can y'all' hear me out there
Let me intoduce myself ladies and gentlemen
See I go by the name of Big Woody Rock
And I'd just like you
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