Lyrics:
a strip Ben Frank blue hundreds that's cheese
I need a glock by the hip head in the whip
From a bitch that a roll my weed
I need a yac made neat room temp
Once a jolly Swagman, camped by a Billabong
Under the shade of a Coolibah tree
And he sang as he watched and waited till his Billy boiled
You'll
Three G's in a blunt exotic tree
I'm with a dime chick she on fleek
Hopped in my bag this shit getting deep
Ain't trying to kick it don't want to meet
Ice
and play
Us three children now teens struggling to make ends meet
On a tree grows a new blossom
Life ahead that we run from
Jump off a bridge and we caught
the nine
First I took two clips and then I took two more
I was out the window cause by now they were right at my door
I took three shots and then I
the man's corpse apart
Piece by piece
Limb by limb
Until nothing remained
And his blood melted into the ground below
The gallows was made from a tree
of liquor and I woke up drunk
Cauterized like a lowland sky
Got the three on the tree
And walkers in the new company
Jockey's on the CB and he's barking
they call 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
friend is a tree, and in his
spare time he's a stockbroker. Gervaise Brook-Hampster (M.P.) is in
the Guards, and his father uses him as a wastepaper
(mansion)
I like to throw up when I think about the crash (ugh, ugh)
Not playin', when I hit the tree I smell the gas (hey, hey)
Lookin' at the sky, think
from the trey two three area code
Mad clouds of smoke and ain't no room for snow
Sucka niggas with sucka beats
Stay in the back seat and buckle up for
to name women after produce
And that was the first Road Rules without toll booths
Even when Adam and Eve sat by the weed tree
I told Eve, "Please don't
SPINE CHILLING MIND BENDING CALL THE COPS
GAME TIGHT LIKE DOWN 2, 3 SECONDS ON THE CLOCK
TONGUE OUT FADE AWAY I COME THRU CLUTCH
BIG DAWG PUT YOU
want them in coffins, everybody's closed
Related by the streets, this is family beef
So better not touch a branch on this family tree
Nigga
goes......
safe as fuk, i've took an acid and loads of times, it's made my arms stretch three times longer than they normally are, i feel like i can fly up in
brand
So a nigga gotta bail with a strap in my hand
Elm Street, Lime Hood get crazy
Killed up on a fuckin' 3-80
Awol gotta goin' again
K's up, ho's down
brand
So a nigga gotta bail with a strap in my hand
Elm Street, Lime Hood get crazy
Killed up on a fuckin' 3-80
Awol gotta goin' again
K's up, ho's down
and put some presents under the tree
While we're fast asleep in bed
And then it's Christmas morn, the son of God was born
In a manger with three wise men
and the partridge are watching the telly from the pear-tree as I write Yours ever, Gobnait
Day Three
Dear Nuala,
We must be foremost in your thoughts
I had
been without his Uncle Ben?
So I let it be
I couldn't breathe but then I growed a tree
Shade blocks what the sun throws at me
Like a lapsed Catholic
I
rollie looking like it's Big Ben
Niggas Trynna ride the wave so they better hang teen
Give a fuck if she tall Imma knock a tree down
The way that thang
rollie looking like it's Big Ben
Niggas Trynna ride the wave so they better hang teen
Give a fuck if she tall Imma knock a tree down
The way that thang
I need no introduction
But my words about myself are never running on
Timer ticks down step back, 3
Bank In, Green
All I see is the crowd erupting all
been on dropped off in the jungles
Tan Khakis, red bandana wrapped around your knuckles
Me and my brother used to dip down in 'Shaw
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