Lyrics:
You're just a loser, you'd get raped in jail
We're just two guys
Who have a death wish
Screw trial by twelve, we'll be carried by six
Like
Bowm,
with me
Trappin' and traffickin' work through the city
We at his house and we came with a ladder
Might kick in his door, but it really don't matter
childhood in the good ol' days
Deep in the night, tears in her eyes
She gets down on losers by the dashboard lights
No one to cling to, nobody cares
Cause
3 cups of hen and I'm on one
Came with one bitch but want all of 'em
Let's ball or somthin'
(Shit, what they lip read?)
My dick and balls or somethin'
Put on my slippers walk out the front door
It's the GLC everybody lets go
One two three to the four
I wear my Pyjamas when I goes down the store
Put
acoustic guitar
DAVE BROWN: electric guitar
ERIC RIEBLING: bass
RAY DEFADE: drums
JOHN BURGH: hammond b3, piano
of this intergalactic show, emperor of all known and unknown worlds, the no one knows more than I do about anything, mr grab em by the pussy, president,
“I'm No Hank Williams” by Corey Smith from the CD “Hard-Headed Fool”
I got a foot in the door, and one in the rain
I'm standing on the threshold
the things that
really answer in your brain
Or if youre sharing any sympathy
For people you cause pain
By the way you talk about your problems
I know its not
Would you read us a bedtime story?
Passed me the pistol
Bam, I look through the door
I see like three, four niggas
Conductor, Conductor, Conductor
Lil Snupe, I probably cop a four door I probably cop a coup
Rest in peace Lil Snupe, I probably cop a four door I probably, yea
I'm 27 now and yea
3 packs rolled
And I'm up in the sky
3 stacks fold in my c note eyes
See no opp
Bambino life
She gon' shop
Father time
He don't stop
Me gon' ride
Whoa whoa whoa whoa (3x's)
Runaway lets runaway I don't think I can wait another day
Written by Lorrie Harden and Tommy Harden
Lorrie Hardenvocals
even touch a Coochie
Dumbass bitches getting drunk off a truly
Loser ass frats charging 15 for a groupie
Gayass brothers getting shot with that uzi
Homie
tryna meet death we’ll arrange it
They be some losers with no Aquafina
She is a cougar I need me a cheetah
Sippin the lean You know by the litre
I just do
down to the ground to get out of the rain
Boom boom boom
The ants go marching three by three
Hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching three by three
up so let's run it up some mo
UndenYable bout to kick down the door
This time we kicking til they let us thru
Hustle lil harder that's what we gone do
Prison Bed Blues - Acoustic music and lyrics by Jeffrey Robert Adams
2000, 2013 Jeffrey Robert Adams
℗ 2013, 2020 Bucketstomp Productions
All
the people around us are doing
We just vibin' till the end, we listening to acoustics Ain't nobody gonna judge you by the way that you're moving
Let me get
Twenty and twenty-four
Now I'm running for the door
csk myself how much is my life worth
The winners shout, the losers curse
Recall it, chapter and verse
jumping out the whip
Tell police bout the pistols by the front door
I been getting busy why the fuck you wanna hate on me
Hop inside the booth and injure
Performed by adam sandler and kevin
Transcribed by big brother.
[typing sounds]
Dr. stewart: hi, [i'm] dr. stewart.
Gary phelps: hi, dr. stewart.
folks
But she's everything to me
Cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three
Oh Monty, Monty, Monty, I am walking down your hall
God
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
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