Lyrics:
Def making a movie!
True Story, True Story, Sit back Grab Ya Popcorn
You aint got to like me, I was called by Jesus
You aint got to like me, she was
I were you I'd know that I love me
The great snowman I've been called by all
But it looks like this time I'm gonna fall
It's times like this my
at our house, and
He and I sat down and wrote a song together
Let me see if I can find that damn thing, I'll sing it for you
Yeah, here it is. It's called
I'm sizzlin
It was writen and produced by me, Krizz, and Icy Roc
It's called Save Yourself, check it out
[Big Krizz Kaliko]
You can't get my money
men are like me, they struggle and doubt
Trouble their minds day in and day out
Too busy with livin' to worry about
A thing called love
But then I
Some guys do nothing but complain
Woo woo woo
Woo woo woo
Someone to take on a walk by the lake Lord, let it be me
Someone who's shy, someone who'd cry
the dogs howlin' out of key
To a hymn called faith and misery (hey!)
And bleed, the company lost the war today
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow
(Tracy Byrd/Byron Hill)
Not so long ago
On his way home from work
He'd stop by the side of the road
Step out of that old beat up Ford
That he
Shit man
Nigga gotta go on and goat damn
Get the shit straight when I god damn get out
Well shit
This what really goin' down
Wassup my nigga?
Called to witness cycles only of the past
And we reach all this with movements in between the said remark
Close to the edge, down by the river
Down
. before we leave,
before we boogie,
and all that.. we'd like to do one more song,
this is, by a group of washington dc called youth brigade.
this is called
called Jack's
If you got a little time to kill
Just follow that crowd of people
You'll wind up out on his dance floor
Diggin' the finest little five
We are having a party
Dancing to the music
Played by the D.J.
On the radio
The cokes are in the ice box
Popcorn's on the table
Me and my baby
is running my way
I know I am Yours
And I was made for more
Come on, sing it out (Hey)
I wasn't made to be tending a grave
I was called by name
Born
I mistook the warnings for wisdom
from so-called friends quick to advise
though your touch was telling me otherwise
Somehow I saw you as a weakness
I
hole to waltz into
You found another car to crash
I figured out that if you must serve me up
Another of this too shall pass
It's easy to laugh off, easy
and never will
And I hear her voice on the winds of Abilene
She used to call me Texas and I called her Norma Jean
Still see her wavin' through
again
[Chorus]
Lord, what did you see
When you called out for me?
I start losing heart
And then
It comes again
Lifted from despair
were down on Highway 9
Down by the river bend
But this town has ears and this town has eyes
And a whole lot of so called friends
Oooh that ain't
And as she rumbaed by the fire in her eyes
Looked like flames in the night
T'was then I understood why she's called
The Spanish Fireball
I finally asked
Man, I was in a place
Called Keeprunnin', Mississippi one time
And I heard someone on my way by
Sounded a little something like raw funk to me
So
And as she rumbaed by the fire in her eyes
Looked like flames in the night
T'was then I understood why she's called
The Spanish Fireball
I finally asked
yonder by the sycamore tree
It's the same old tale that the crow told me
Way down yonder by the sycamore tree
Well I just found out why ham's so high
and you too will be sold
It's called "le freak," they're doing it night and day
Allow us, we'll show you the way
Ah, freak out
Le freak, c'est Chic
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