Lyrics:
in his eyes were untrue
He had bigger plans for the band
By demand we came back to this darkened cell
You're gonna break us out!
Go to sleep my little
That was the Dogg Pound here, right on WBALLZ
187.4 on your FM dial
You're tuned in to the biggest balls of them all, DJ Saul T. Nuts
Aye, don't
That was the Dogg Pound here, right on WBALLZ
187.4 on your FM dial
You're tuned in to the biggest balls of them all, DJ Saul T. Nuts
Aye, don't
problems- a bitch ain't one
So many revolvers so don't play dup
I got so many (pairs mamma you could pull one)?
Its JM if you think I'm broke
You're DUMB
know who to call
If you want it all
Lil student
Lil drop out
You know I stay
In my traphouse
Lil student
In my trap house
Timmy turner wish you off
said, "Son, don't get offended by what I'm about to say
I can see you have a passion
For the songs you write and play
But you lack what we all call
going just by living in your head make a
My daddy said nobody owes you any favors
If I give one now you gonna have to give one later
I could care less
angry, if you're afraid, let me tell you something
I apologize
I gotta finish the speech kid
"Afraid" got help in it, see? "Aid"
If you take that "aid"
tell me what you gonna do when it's over
Oh yeah
Will you have any regrets when it's over
Oh yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I don't give a fuck bout what a hater gotta
mother (mama)
I admit that I asked her how am I gonna get the world off my shoulder (oh)
She said son, don't you lose it (lose it)
Sometimes you gotta
necklace
Cruisin in a Lexus
Baby girl from Texas
Daddy said i’m reckless
Vegeta on my necklace
I just hit the bank, gotta get my guap(guap guap)
Do
the duckie if you wanna play the saxophone!
You didn't hear a word I said
You gotta get it through your head
Don't be a stubborn cluck
Ernie, lay
trouble, let me live in peace
On the low, if you don't like it then it is what it is
And fighting me will be the only reason you're gonna live in pieces
losing touch with reality
And thank you for the company
If this ain't real I need to leave
Yes, it's fake you just gotta believe
Welcome to my city fams
Do
mine,mine (oh oh)
For you, I would have done whatever
And I just can't believe, we ain't together
And I wanna play it cool, But I'm losin' you
I'll buy you
Because you're frontin just for nothin
[all three] and you're playin us close
[Kool Moe Dee] Because the object in here
[LA Sunshine] is just to have
?
Probably 'cause I gotta tell myself another lie
'Cause that's what helps to get me by
'Cause I'm in Hell
This is my goodbye, farewell
Wanna hold you
know when you're so damn tired in your house
But you can't sleep 'cause you got pendin' cases
I used to love temptin' fate, but now it's temptin' faces
and strife
From a Buick to a Beamer, ambitions of a dreamer
Motivated by Mob Figgaz and Andre Nickatina
I'm gettin' paper while you're in the shade drinkin
groovin' it has just begun
Four brothers who are blowin' our horns
We got a little message that you're gonna enjoy
Ain't no sense in dodgin' the facts
hating
Trying to wash us away like we not on the map
Wait, have you heard the latest
They saying that you gotta have paper
If you tryna come back
Niggas
I'll get canned for sedition
If I say one word imma have to charge admission
And in two months I'll be a man on a mission
More of what you need, ain't
bass
So if you’re looking around the south side of Alabama
For a shot and a beer and a backwater band, up
North of Mobile, yeah, it’s not too far
gotta tell me somethin',
Are you here in hollywood long?
I mean, I just...
No, I'm ah, we're recording here in town
You're recording here?
Yeah,
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