Lyrics:
(Theme from) East Plains: Get Out!
Words & Music © December 31, 2015 by R. Fairwood
Clarky Eff and Rusty knew they both was trapped:
Clarky
don't know what to do
But I take hours of comfort in the pictures of you
And I'm crossing each day off as they go by
The tears want to come out but I
the condition for addition of a worldly sound
Love thy neighbor and they'll turn into a friend
It's how we stay humble, grinning through the end
I've helped you
gettin' chicks, I'm already pouncin' that
Goin' through some shit? Lemme know, always around to chat
Fuck a frat, all they personalities flat
I craft
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
man
Turn the speakers up the speakers up
Turn the speakers up
Turn the speakers up
A little more that ain't enough
We like it loud
And when they hear
Who, when, where and what? I'll scare 'em off
Some fairy mob tryna be what they're clearly not
Wanna breathe or dare to cough?
You're gettin' beat
that’s a no no
Fell in love wit luxury living money dancing gogo
Switching gears turbo bitches cheering Lo Lo
Niggas they burnt like Jim Rome mi no talk
they spit chrome
Where most kids never get to live long
They get pissed off, get pissed on
Pistol whipped and stripped, homie
Left for a minute
they spit chrome
Where most kids never get to live long
They get pissed off, get pissed on
Pistol whipped and stripped, homie
Left for a minute
the bread, then get going
From the land of the lead where they spit chrome
Where most kids never get to live long
They get pissed off, get pissed on
Pistol
that you don't know nothing
By the way you carry yourself you dumb fuck
I'm basked up and Jim Carrey myself
You better duck, bless screwed
You'll be
Hair fresh thank mi barba
Baby meet mi by da bar ya
Ah time fi get tipsy
Gal yuh fine you ah turn me on yeah
Pls gal mi affi ask yuh a question Yeah
Yuh
state, eatin' off your dinner plate
My heart live where Santa stay, super fly, I need a cape
B****es throwin' p**** back and forth, they on my dick
state, eatin' off your dinner plate
My heart live where Santa stay, super fly, I need a cape
Bitches throwin' pussy back and forth, they on my dick
thunes (electric bass, mini-moog)
Chad wackerman (drums, electronic percussion)
Jimmy carl black (vocals)
Mark volman (vocals)
Howard kaylan (vocals)
Jim
Guilty from the womb you were torn
They kept you illequipped and uninformed. United we stand with hand in form
Delusion of those who proffer scorn
rollin around
See where the bad guys are to be
Found and make em lay down
They're defenders of the West
Crushin all pretenders in the West
Don't mess with
on they're chin
Take a puff from my hamp then bounce
I'm on a mission for scrilla, vanilla slugs by my zipper
Playa haters trippin' off ho's it seems that
been around and could never produce a square, right?
I'm from there and you know how living there goes
Ribbons in the air and love whipped into O's
My
on every car that pull beside me
Leavin' they project full of bodies
I turn that beat to plenty homis
Soon as he come out then we got 'em
We gon' drop
Now, Jack, he is a banker
And Jane, she is a clerk
And the both of them are saving up all their money
When they come home from work
Sittin' by
Now, Jack, he is a banker
And Jane, she is a clerk
And the both of them are saving up all their money
When they come home from work
Sittin' by
is,
Home is where the heart is.
Track 9, Giggs talking on Da Hardest.
Forgive me for your pardon, I’m surrounded by the darkness.
I built so many
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