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Like a stick to a cue
Cuz I got these stripes
And they in knottin' my pocket
Swear I'm so lit
Like a fork inside a socket
Hold up
Know a couple homies

merc, bm or audi trucks
You see coupes spin your out of luck
Better do ten toes if the back door buss
Serious glides dont step with rambos
Bros grip poles

Everyday is July the 4th
Don't put pork on your fork
Don't be a dork like Mindy & Mork
Free Dr York
Pop the corck for this divorce
Increase the torque

hating today
Cause anybody that hate on you for no reason
Just a couple little chicken mother fuckers and I'm bout to start eating
Give me a fork a plate

truck
She say I got enough, cause my skin is tough
No one switch it up, take blade to your stuff
Ow she so wild
Mom don't like my style
Her Pops ain't too

out like tragic
You know too much about this addict
Out the way like truck that cruise with Hemi
I stay in bed like tools is heavy
Standing's rough,

black truck
Slappin' my shit
Til I feel stuck
Yo girl want my stick
So I gave her the puck
I'm getting this green
So you outta luck
And I'm going off

Doubled up
Flip that
You stamped
And I 'm forever grateful
Closed hands
Closed Hands

Sport shit... fork lifts and four fifths
Corpses ain't got horse on my

on the pigs wit a torch
Og holla ain't no pork on my fork
I put that shit on I been in my bag
He still tryna get on he still looking sad
All pockets full like

the Force business
Me and Rex be in that Porsche Whipping
I prefer be in the couple ainna
4 door then we got some hoes in it
Don't pop the truck it got loads

it for a good-intentioned friend

When we went down the stairs the truck was
Facing the other direction
Could this possibly be an encounter
One makes

ol' excuse to go get stoned

I rode an old 350 Honda, CB series, had that old "Café Racer" style to it
Kurt had a 750 Yamaha with extended forks to make

Father
Frog
Fly
Fox

My father is a farmer.
He watches fireworks with friends.
A frog on fathers finger.
A fly on fathers fork.
A fox on fathers

truck

Just try to peep my vision
Ferragamo glasses glisten 
If you get out what you put in
I'll take that Versace Linen 
Yes i'll take the millions you

the truth I'm in this booth
I write it's making me sick
I whip that butter for rent
James with the fork and the bowl
Don't make any sense
All of these blunts

painted red
Where the poor thing tumbled under a truck
And in the dried up blood and flesh
I saw my own heart laying there
And it was hardly still beating

y’all bout my life 
But never told on a case/
No system in the TRUCK
But Im know bout that bass/
Always try to do right 
But shit goes left/
I was raised

dick like Benihana's, I'll bet her bitch
Lamborghini truck on four G's, that's a lamb chop
I wheel with the Smith on the Westin with my hand cock
If you

enough
Trans with a glock, say that I'm double tucked
Got red round your neck like you're driving a truck
My pen is unmatched even with Tinder Gold
You're

a winner I'm No beginner
Might hit your liver
here's a chicken dinner
Stick a fork in them
And bring them in
Rain making and I felt the wind
Might cough

what to do and there's a fork in the road
No I'm not your man, don't wanna give and take
Don't wanna play it safe
Don't wanna stay where I am
My

truck in the adjacent lot
Walked down to the corner and I found an eating spot

The place did not look fancy but I saw the hostess sneer
The look she gave

On a natural high
You be running your game in my DMs
Baby don't be ashamed when you pull up
Keep that same energy in your big truck
Big bucks bring big luck
I

Chug-A-Lug Night

Guttermouth

Covered with Ants

2001

There was smoke on the water
A little fire in the sky
If I hear that song one more time
I'll stick a fork right in my eye
Another round