Lyrics:
Me and JB and Sonny
We grew up on the buddy plan
Weren't we some bad mothers
Closer than brothers
Had a rockin' little, three-piece band
Yeah, we
these days
Faster said the howling wind of change
Harder said the wild heart mountain range
Stronger said the poets all in flames
I could have loved you
faculty
live happily, ever after in laughter
Hah, never seen Cristal pour faster
And to those bastards, knuckleheads squeeze lead
Three of mine dead, nuttin
pour faster
And to those bastards, knuckleheads squeeze lead
Three of mine dead, nuttin left to do
But tear they ass to shreds, leave em in bloodshed
the lost crews that make they news yearly
Jump on it, most of my days spent high
My niggas in the cage get by
Writin letters collect calls and VI's
GED's,
a Wack Rapper's Almanac
Me follow that hollow crap, no way Jose
I'll seek out a better sound, to somethin Premier plays
Days will go by, and soon you'll
niggas to switch and spit what they ain't feelin'
One! Day a time of alcohol it takes to get by
Is worth more than a mini puff it takes to get high
One,
the raw meat
Yeah it's in me and it's on me Always see me by myself
I told you I'm a one man army I got one casket
Three seconds left on the clock You got
bar
Young innocents faster by the generation
Call it Nascar
Thinking you way up
You ain't that far
I call it like I see
Treat them like the hoe they
'til we're tired
Of burning up paper balls
Let's watch a movie or two or three
And hang lights up from all the walls
It'll snow all day, and you'll have
till we're tired of burning up paper balls
Let's watch a movie or two or three and hang lights up from all the walls
It'll snow all day and you'll have
a jerk,
skankin's meant for fun, not for getting hurt!
Skankin' by numbers every night and day,
skankin' by numbers is the only way,
get off your
waiting
You came naked to my room
Woke up sweating, arms all empty
Three o'clock in the afternoon
Every day the world goes faster
Turning faster than
A one, two, three, four
High tide
Summer in the city
Kids are looking pretty
But isn't it a pity
That the sunshine
Is followed by thunder
his hat
With a hammer in his a hand
To show the boss man what it means
To be a steel driving man
Through the hours of 3 damn days
John Henry made his
straight A's
Virgil Mercedes, tinted up you can't see on the E-way
Ballin' like EA, pretty vibes overseas for the C-day
My bitch got a three-eighty, she
a microphone will give you three of everythin' I wear, yeah
Models by the pair, swear, bottles, private Lear, steer
Style that's outta here, rare, thousands by
a microphone will give you three of everythin' I wear, yeah
Models by the pair, swear, bottles, private Lear, steer
Style that's outta here, rare, thousands by
of being po', yeah trying to leave the rats
Walk out to see three of your tires, that be on flat
And that one tire, left a sign of hope
That helps you
of being po', yeah trying to leave the rats
Walk out to see three of your tires, that be on flat
And that one tire, left a sign of hope
That helps you
Y'all don't think I'm serious, talk seriously
Paint my nails all black, it's carelessly
Whisper in the phone, but it's furiously
Faster than my day
up in your face
Your face'll look like Stewie's head (Ha)
Girls call me "Tre-Day"
(Yuh) , I'm looking for payday (Yuh)
My squad got more bottle-popping
Y'all know what this is (D-Block!)
Oh yeah, by the way
This is the remix (Woo!)
[Chorus]
You can kiss your ass goodbye (d-block, d-block,
Yaris
Freedom granted by keys
But grams ain't what we're after
We ain't got shit to prove, so let's just move this faster
A quick shift into fifth
That
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