Lyrics:
I wrote my new song on a five dollar bill,
But I won't be able to sing it until,
I get hot on the trail for to pick up the track,
Of the dirty little
town
Everybody trembled to the big blue clowns!
Everybody trembled to the big blue clowns?
It's so disgusting to see, that these people will be
In
stand!
Am I speaking clear?
It's warfare, put your face to the ground!
In every city, in every town
Everybody trembled to the big blue clowns!
Everybody
didn't know the cold hard facts of life
I passed a little winestore on the corner I pictured big champagne by candle light
I stopped the car right then
better kneel
When you see me comin
Big Scoob got em runnin
Sex when I flex I catch
Wreck on the world tour
With dough in my pockets big
Like the Biscuit's
Got a brick veneer on a little block, we’re working our way to payin' it off, we get by, Living in Australia
Sit on the verandah when it’s to hot
town
Everybody trembled to the big blue clowns!
Everybody trembled to the big blue clowns?
It's so disgusting to see, that these people will be
In
town
Everybody trembled to the big blue clowns!
Everybody trembled to the big blue clowns?
It's so disgusting to see, that these people will be
In
It's a small town life and I like it
'Cause the bad don't get in your way
There's an angry God gonna strike it
Yeah, that's what we pay him
to me as if you might be livin' it well
New York to Cali, be in and out of town, body by Bally's
I like the way you flex, I wonder 'bout the sex
What
on the gas
It's kind of funny when you look at life from here
Diving into tomorrow
Watching yesterday slowly disappear
I got a big windshield
And a little
know I exist?
Are you listening to me?
Are you listening to me?
Am I?
The first words he spoke took the town by surprise.
One got Mrs. Gibbons
the shorts skirts, short skirts
My little mama's in a short skirts, short skirts
And H-Town love the short skirts, short skirts
And California love
we takin' over
The worst of times is what kept us closer, nothing's different that I'm gettin' a little older
I wanna take you across the land, kick
Powder dusting up the counter
This fish like piranha it's biting
Every drug designer like it's fashion week
On Vice Land
You let a nigga rob you
But
challenge
Embarrassed by your actions you be the maddest
My time piece looking fancy this is a Patek
Big mad on your behalf because you hating on Tony
Big Sad
think about that little small town
That made you who you are
Please don't forget me
When you are
A thousand miles away
Maybe someday we'll meet again
But
Who's The Big Kid Running Around?
He's gotta be 6'3" and 180 Pounds
He circles around town
Listening to Mexican Music Sounds
Even though he's built
My dad is a cattle grazer on the wide prairie
Forty thousand head of cattle graze the dry country
Her dad is a small town farmer by the name of Brown
firing him he fired Friday
Ruth Cris me and bay dining
Or somewhere out of town with my phone on vibrant
Vibing jiggy little thing she ride it
Ass up
Yeah, Uh
G, Uh
Every big film needs a supporting cast
She knows she ain't the one but she supportin' that
Room service, bottles, I'mma order
When I went to your town on the wide open shore
Oh I must confess, I was drawn, I was drawn to the ocean
I thought it spoke to me, it said, "Look
Take a little walk to the edge of town
And go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms
Like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where
Ninja 'bout to kick a little story 'bout miranda
I was out dopping by the purple turtle hanging wif some homies
Skopped one too many dops, damn I need
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