Lyrics:
How I'm going crazy crazy crazy
Bitch I get it
These bitches popping mollies like the
Hippies in the 60's
Bring your ass to East Atlanta
I don't do
Juss to the right, Rapz to the left
RJ in the middle, got Cee to the death
Batch full of dogs with the 60's vets
If you send me the location
Then
Hood to hood
Lincoln Houses, Castle Hill, Bronx shit
Soundview
On the West side, in the Jungles, to the 60s
Hood to hood
Out in O-town, to Vallejo,
lickin spit from your clit
Everything that gets old
It get's over rated
Old to me, just means out dated
I'm the Kid Rock, fuck all that 60's shit
chairman of the committee
Rap Pack niggas like Sinatra in the 60s
Come through on some wavy shit, Valentino camouflage
On some Army Navy shit
I know you
this song
Ayy, shit sound like it look
All the history you made, nigga, I could write a book
You had the Eight Treys walkin' with the 60s
I
ain't the 60s again, niggas ain't hippies again
We ain't falling for the same traps
Standing on the balconies where they shot the King at
McCain got
Never trust a bitch if she got the hood tattered on her
Brother ,he a gunner, got an uncle from the hunters
Two baby daddies, one from the 60s and one
Cobwebs
I suppose you could blame it on my generation
Chickens from the 60s finally comin into roost
I've been sayin it myself for over thirty years
to be
What that makes me
I like a 60's truck
The kind that's solid steel
The kind that always runs
It takes a man to turn that wheel
If that
the clubs, got her mack-on
Back in the 60's with an afro and her platforms
Bopping to the supremes, smoking joints
That's cool, but I'ma live how I want
skates
Having dinner with Obama smelling like a pound of hay
I might blow a pound a day, smoking KK like a hippie
In the 60's with this chick, tryna
a fuck, I'm flippin!
I pour lean and some blue Kool-Aid and now I'm feelin like lipsy
Took my car service to Slawson, bought 10 Patriot from the 60's
Why
60s
505s, the pocket space quite nifty
Low crew cuts, or even dark Denom
I do everything
From fuck to count stacks in 'm
Catch me in the Benzes, with
don’t fuck with
Double R, it's rolling 60's
Got OG, Longway hippie f&N double down on me
Turn ya veggie, eating rice like a
Don’t F' around with him, got
The 60s came I ? scary and the parents the ?
I don't know why, I'm not sure how
I wined up here to the here and the now
He don't know why, he's not
and the hippies, same ones smokin' since the 60's
Everybody yellin' gimme, gimme
Every nigga in the hood, one hand on his jimmy
Other hand grip the semi, come
who's doin the pimpin daz don't
Be a followa be a leader and stay off the nexts mans nuts
Kurupt the king ping stick with the 60's
Cause you don't
bizness from earlies 60's
If me and my baby fuss and fight
Well, and the next minute we're all right
It ain't nobody's bizness what i do
If one day we
That Didn't Get Their Money
Little Richard Gettin Half A Penny A Penny
All The Super Soul Singers Of The 60's
All The Bands Of The 70's On The Outside
That Didn't Get Their Money
Little Richard Gettin Half A Penny A Penny
All The Super Soul Singers Of The 60's
All The Bands Of The 70's On The Outside
Piggy
I can't beat you niggas at talkin' give me a long sentence
You know I keep the pole and I ain't no hoe, I know some Rollin 60's
And I'm
you tryna pick on Wale?
You told me that you don't fuck with Rozay
And YG can't give you a pass
I add 20 to your 40s, put the 60s on your ass
Never trust a bitch if she got the hood tattered on her
Brother ,he a gunner, got an uncle from the hunters
Two baby daddies, one from the 60s and one
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