Lyrics:
the rock. I’m singin a sexy sound to soothe your soul so sit back and relax and let go as the story unfolds. Hayden makin sure to keep the beat sweet
with me
Found out some niggas fucked your wife and we put them bitches to sleep
Ain't going to say your government, I'ma call him by Ricky G
Now Ricky
in the dash
Back in the past, well, now I got two O's
Ricky tells, two show, comin' out hard
Doors wide open, kids dancin' in the yard
While I'm
MC's
The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef
Through any contest
I'm victorious
Still keep it real, if you will and manifest
Through your skills, not by how many
your message after the tone
Kendrick, where you at?
Damn! I'm sittin' here waitin' on my van
You told me you was gon' be back in fifteen minutes
I
"your that Public Enemy
I seen on the tuba."
Naw.
I'm like your Uncle baby.
The style of your beautiful face
drives me crazy.
Well can we do ya so Heavy
Too much goin' on at one time, I'm dumb high
Seen in the peripheral, he jump tryna run by
His man in a whip, threw the clip and my gun back
Piece
Lighters by Eminem, Royce da’ 5’9”, and Bruno Mars until I need help and,
I won’t like like whelp and,
My music won’t be garbage like Blake Shelton,
People
um (it's all because of you)
(Say what?) Uh-huh
(I'm feeling sad and blue) she said what?
(You went away) and now, my life is filled with rainy
the vultures in a van and
I run the block (run)
Pull up in a drop (pull up)
Push up on my money (push up)
I'm in great shape dunny
I keep jacks jumping
to Jers'
Gun under my undershirt
I'm hollerin' "Gilla House!" drunk off the Thunderbird
My bitch be like, "Damn nigga wash yo' feet"
She say the hair on my
the whole crowd screamin' like "Yeah, that's it"
I'm mack-a-docious, guerilla in the hood, when I wrote this
You know The Source gon' give me a few mics
you up just like them Ricky shoes (like some Rick Owens)
I'm at weed spot relaxin', look like Ricky Tan (like Ricky Tan)
Forever make that shit right
I'm stackin' bread
Hands up, hands up, kill him now he fuckin' dead
I like Ricky's, I don't fuck with Vans
Talkin' tough, can you show a band?
I
right
I be runnin' away like Ricky (Ricky)
Can't say I'm high yet
But damn a nigga real tipsy
Yeah everything drippin'
Club hot at the kitchen fake dykes
quick
Tell 'em that I'm sea sick.
Uncle Ricky's schooner's docked at Pampano Beach:
Weigh anchor and me and him each
Need some extra sunblock,
boyz n the hood
When Ricky get killed
Yeah I know I'm a weirdo
I'm taking xanax by kilo
Yeah I know I'm a weirdo
I'm taking xanax by kilo
It's young
tractor
Gonna take the bodies inside
Betty Lou will bring the sawdust
And I've got the formaldehyde
I'm callin' up my neighbors
Tell 'em all to drop by
a mail order catalog
Money made from selling a hog
Daddy always managed to get the money somewhere
Yeah, I'm proud to be a coal miner's daughter
I
temptation, get the fuck up out my face
Feeling like an astronaut, sometimes I need my space
Sliding in this foreign, I'm like, damn, who tryna race
Van Cleef
Everything remains still
Only Juan is telling her:
See how pretty the cornstalks
Growing on the hillside
But now I don't want anything
I'm going to give away
I'm a gypsy man on a one-night stand
Am I fit to be loved by you
I'm with a gypsy van,
Just travelling the land
They'll be leaving in
Written by ricky & marty wilde
[note: these lyrics are not as accurate as may be expected. they were all deciphered by me, through listening hard
it by my lonely now I'm the big homie
But I'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come Rick is
The one who expose cornball rappers with
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