Lyrics:
Outro: Serious
Yeah boys, straight to dome
Knock knock nobody's home
Rampage the Last Boy Scout, straight to ya head
Yo, that's when I said, if Freddy
George you're still the greatest
Country Singer of them all
(Tag)
George you're still the greatest
Country Singer of them all
Written By: Kent LaVoie
trains
Before all this pain we all wuz kangz
By the way
Married couples that use the one same
Facebook page are all like Krang
Every gay little page
England's not the mythical land of Madame George and roses
It's the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds
And I love my boy and that's why I'm
the flames were rolling high
I'm glad I was born for an engineer, on the C&O road to die
The doctor said to Georgie, my darling boy, be still
Your life
of George Washington
Make money, baby, that's all I do
That's how I know Thomas Jefferson is on the two
Abraham Lincoln got shot and died
Freed the slaves
tainted by hatred
I roll 'round and still give out love
'cause that shit is so sacred
Still rappers is vacant when I
Show up outside they crib
Talk all that
Uh, I still fuck with type beats off
(Let that shit breathe right there man)
(I want people to think about that shit for a second)
(Mick Jenkins,
Hey Bobby
Why are you stayin' in here in this shadow?
Come over by the fire
I'll have a drink with you
This is our house now
So let's act like
chances
Damn that shit hurt me swear it got me in my core
I was sea sick and I ain't even by the shore
All this baggage damn I should've left inside
galloping by
"George, they're catching up to us!"
"Get back in the wagon woman!"
Two wheels on my wagon
And I'm still rolling along
Them Cherokees
Nothin' but head busta...thats who I roll wit'
Hangin' from coppers wit' choppers givin' a fuck..we hit
Bitch...dem boys at war in the nolia
Niggas be
a girlfriend
We still about to get it crackin' Paul George leg
I got a napkin if I cum within the foreplay
It's about damn time that the boy LD bout to get up
On n'est pas de la même famille
Shinobi te dit qu'ils veulent tous nous passer au tamis
Oh no, we're in a recession
Shit that was planned by the Bilderberg
Hey George, did you know Waylon and Willie?
The outlaws, I didn't know that at all
Did you know roger was king of the road?
You got it possum
Hey George, did you know Waylon and Willie?
The outlaws, I didn't know that at all
Did you know roger was king of the road?
You got it possum
We could meet at the hotel
I got told on by my closest dawg that I know well
Rap game turned to bunch of coke heads, bunch of old heads, couple new
don't spend it
New Six it's a brand new menace
In a tight end no George Kittle
Nigga play with me I zip you
One by one I'll pick you
That's head by head
control
To seize a Modern Way
Where the next George Floyd won't still be flippin' coins
For life or death each day
Against those blue boys that we all pay
on a Mac (Woah)
That's straight facts, y'all sore in the ass
Did you get fucked by Shaq? (My bad)
I drop bombs on the track (On the track)
Like George W. in
still remember that night and what you did
We gon put that to the side,
because all of our niggas died (Yea)
cnd even though you lied,
I'm still
Play that funky music white boy
White boy play that music
White boy white boy play that music
White boy play that funky music white boy
White boy
down the long hall
Down the long stairs
In a building so tall
That it will always be there
Yes, it's part of a pair
There on the bow of Noah's
forbidden, par, pay that tax
And don't you ever look at us funny
Boy, we'll bring rap back
And that'll hurt you like Superman chased by a group of men
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