Lyrics:
to Dre's to get Bob a doctor
He grabbed Stace' by the legs as chopped it off her
And dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her
But ever
up
You better clean up before I re-up
I'm outta site bitch, Scott, beam me up
Some niggas hypnotized by the ass and the thighs
But pretty eyes
missin' nothin' holmes
Hey, just now the club on hold and the broads on pause
You get home, it's gonna be waitin' on y'all
So dog, just know, for real
to T. I can't let him
get away scott free, for it's
only right that he's mine tonight.
( REPEAT CHORUS x2)
He ought to do time in my
arms for what he'
Eatin' Wingstop, what you know about Wingstop, nigga?
You don't know nothin' about no Wingstop
You can't handle this, nigga
You can't handle, sit down
'
well now'a'days that aint the case
papa said I ain't got nothin good to say, so fuck 'em
that's the American way, eh.
tryna do right by
playin the good
Paint-by-number hatred wasn't hanging around anymore
Is everything A-OK in the USA
In the good ole USA
Is everything A-OK in the USA
In the good ole USA
an' now if we could just find some toads an' go for a good swim, we could have fun all day doin' nothin', just loafin' around in the creek."
We jumped
babe (baby, don't you do it)
Don't you break my heart (baby, don't you do it)
Well, I've sacrificed to make you happy
Get nothin' for myself
Now you
beyond
To salvage a race for a greater good
A throne usurped by the blades black hood
Release the guillotine and face the fronzen sun
The gods have passed
to get by (Cry together)
Yeah yeah
Ahh (You look so good, huh, I'll treat you right)
Cootie in the, check it
Shorty, I'm there for you anytime you
soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win, but the battle wages on for toy soldiers
I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me
For real girl, it's me in your
soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win, but the battle wages on for toy soldiers
I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure
Just like birds of a feather
We too have followed the golden sun
It feels so good
Knowin' the watchman's gone
If I give you a rose, buddy
tattoo is for you
The boys at the parlor downtown
Didn't waste anytime a-puttin' it down
Time has been wastin' away I can see it
Go sailin' on by as it
heart
'Cause I sacrifice to make you happy
Get nothin' for myself
Now you want to leave me
For the love of someone else
My pride is all gone, whether
my heart
Well, I sacrifice to make you happy, get nothin' for myself
Now you wanna leave me for the love of someone else
My pride is all gone,
heart
'Cause I sacrifice to make you happy
Get nothin' for myself
Now you want to leave me
For the love of someone else
My pride is all gone, whether
Might spoil the bitch for the thrill
I fuck bitches on million dollars worth of bills
I get it poppin' by all, any means
I hold up my wrist, that's
the grain
Good weed, good drink, big money, we (Aye!)
Rollin in somethin' foreign, on leather grippin' grain (yeah!)
I handle my business so I think I
livin'
By the sweat of his brow
And the calluses on his hands
Now you intellectuals may not like it
But there ain't nothin' that you can do
'Cause
people, and it's all for the good
I influenced so many children, I never thought that I would
And I couldn't take credit for the love they get
Because it
once owned by the slide projectionist for Cabaret Voltaire (oh yeah…)
they play covers of the songs made famous by the Stress Cows
they play shows
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