Lyrics:
full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with
to back
Stay real for life, roll down south
For the wreckshop, for the hometown crowd
My alias is that Go-Hard-Mexican
Flowin' through your veins like
You were always there to get my head right
Fresh cup of water by my bedside
You were always there get my head right
Waking up early in the morning
Dallas and roll on south tonight
Well, long strips of rubber that you see
Were burnt off of this rig by the likes of me
And they'll rot along the highways
Hold up, surrender your squad, it's a stick up
Fifty-two pickup, you high school drop-out, gives you enough float
To succeed or get tighter, what
broken ribs, (here we fuckin' goes) four flying headbutts, three chinese burns, two swollen bollocks and a cartridge in the left knee (Put it down love,
Now its 2 am
And you're not in bed
But you're still in my head
Life is not the same
Every night that goes by
It's harder to sleep
I just wonder if
thirty-eight by twenty-nines
And two dicks got these shits looking hella tight
I pop tags in morning, I pop the bands at night
VBS on neck and wrist man I'm
I fuck with them junkies, killers, and car jackers
Niggas who stalk niggas with work and kidnap 'em
Them ballers with T's, stunnas and head bustas
where now you draw yours from
But your aim's to paint an image
But I know you ain't breaking limits
With the same (same) but different
It's like South
corn
I'm so violent and sick in the head
I can't tell if I want to kill my ops or fuck 'em
Zaza got me feeling like everything going to be alright
cursed by a couple persons
I gave them pain they didn't deserve
2 AM coming home with my clothes on the curb
She heard I fucked her aunt then them papers
And when it get warmer, I'm jumpin' in the stormer
Duck when I'm passin' by
Put your head between your legs, kiss your ass good-bye, braaa
You can kiss
a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up
Buss a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up
So here we go, Bab Boy South
Ball and G, Orange Mound
New
Yeah! It's Bad Boy South Niggaz
Ball and G
Orange Mound, the moment you been waitin for
Collaboration, c'mon now
Let's go, let's go, let's so,
Aye bro! Hop up out the bed
(Get up!)
You don't got a mouth that's fed
By hope, karma, doubt and rest"
My soul barked aloud to head
It knows that
ears)
Screams bones broken
Linguistics too sadistic (Too sick)
Active shooter at your picnics
I was never a gimmick (Never)
Like Pennywise I mimic
go home
I think I've seen enough"
Well, he just shook his head and pointed to a sign
Said, "The still's broken, boys, bring your own shine
But don't
cross the seven seas and float for river Nile
I give my heart to you my babe
I no go lie
I no fit slide I no go be another passer by
Baby girl you gat me
the Holy Ghost
Making one woozy in the head and comatose, agree?
Enough about me
How's about you?
How's the lil' kid?
She was about 2 the last time we
We drive due south with bloodshot eyes, we live a broken lines
Rest stops and the perfect scenes, long drives where I never get to sleep
Sometimes I
what she's about,
She gave me the phone number and the address to her house,
I passed by late, she stayed on South Mero,
Walked in the door with my three
this bar!
By two o'clock, when the bars are already closed down, BILLY had broken 'THE BIG NEWS' to ETHELL. And with dust and boulders everywhere,
They keep praying on my downfall
But it doesn't work, I'm just way too raw
Fuck em up with Southpaw
Really from down south, but I'm staying up North
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