Lyrics:
could fix a lot of pain if you help me out this time (Joyner)
Maybe we can undo all the damage, press rewind
Reset the clock and make it so some niggas
and you
I did me...feces one and two
I Linked wit jizz Jones over blu moons
Got Blessed with some fuego beats by lord doom
I never did mushrooms..y'all got
prefer me
I don't gotta advertise all word of mouth they refer me
Try to out serve me you gotta get up early
For that bread n butta I leave niggas where
Yo whassup kid?
Yo every motherfuckin year I spend $70,000
for a fuckin picnic, 4th of July
You motherfuckers come and eat up my shit, now that's
you wan' it
First these hoes don't wan't it now they only here to Michael Jones it
Mama say you live next door to the devil
You live in the moment
When we're going six feet under the ground
And by that time all you live for is really gonna count
When you're on that podium, ain't no fucking around
Through his whole career, watching him grow
Watch us make it to that next level, we on our way baby
You know I'm saying what up George Lopez, Juan Gonzalez
shoes, man!
Wait a minute, Janis, Janis. These were good enough for my grand-father, they're good enough for me.
I had a lot of trouble, last week I, er,
luh me luh me
You niggas ain't hustlas yall get funny money
I ain't in it for the fame bitch I'm in it for the hunnids
But I love it when she call me by
Stanley by God Terry knew exactly how it felt
To play a George Jones song in a white leather belt
With matching shoes, polyester blues
At the Pine
P.A. On The Track
You Bettah Play That
Shit, shouout to the entire whole fuckin crew
Because i always miss a few
Look
Ima tell you off top to come
short, so let me keep it sincere
When I'm on that frisbee field, you know my impact's severe (bitch)
I'll be takin' the shots and breaking 'em lots you
invented so well
He invented a fortune, for a man named Bell
George Washington Carver, made the peanut great
Showed any man with a mind, could create
You
the whole rap game aflame
Twisting up your misconceptions
Trick questions for game shows
They call me arrogant
Too thugged out, who do you blame though?
Dre
me!)
I did 4 years tops (tops), never hit PC (C!)
Did my time in Population with the real ole G's
I seen a whole lot of pain, men doin' they bids
not me
By a long shot cuz 'bout tryna steal to me
Them boys might run BET but trick we run the streets
It's me and Bun B, that's for life, we
wall I'm the chick magnet
you can call me UPS 'cause I deliver the package
alot of practice and sex, 4 days in a week
a got a hell of a resume for makin'
down
And shxt, you could really use a couple shots of crown
So as you pass it round to your peers, whatever the trouble is
You can leave it all right
it wasn't for you, I woulda left here forever
We were under the moon, and so we kept it together
It was trouble there soon, maybe too much to weather
Yeah, ayo, yo[00:19.92]I would like to thank the listener (That's you!)[00:22.33]"For what?" For listenin' to this little album[00:24.90]A work
head high and it'll be alright
Life
Everybody has troubles
Life's a constant struggle
Yo, Step into reality, it's a cold cold world
You got
head high and it'll be alright
Life
Everybody has troubles
Life's a constant struggle
Yo, Step into reality, it's a cold cold world
You got
"Copperhead Road" yeah
Ridin' on them backroads
Tokin' on that good smoke
Radio is blastin' old George Jones
out, you know I'ma show out
You gon' fuck around and get your whole back blown out
I remember on the Island, can't tone out
The mess hall crawler,
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