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But why the radio so loud? Too much spent Never be a Bush man, too Bill Clint' Both country boys, and if the head right, E.I Here for my residency,
Second strike, they finna Billy Clint' 'em Red and white, he got the blues Turn him into food, everybody grip a biscuit Runnin' lights inside the city
his freedom It's like George Clint', P-Funk era, we just on syrup I keep pourin' Actavis codeine, my drink is sterile I'm a rockstar rapper type
when we had one shirt to go with the jeans though Now man like me and Clint can afford those whips like Gran Torino Grr Crocodile tears, she ain't
Clint Eastwood, 'stead of bullets, rhymes I pack In my flow gun, so son, ya better run, 'Cause when it comes to hostage and prisoners, we take none. We
good, roll through your hood, pushin' a hearse I wish y'all would come around like Clint Eastwood As if you're reppin' your hood in my neck of the woods
ya suckers just the same way a beast could Tearin through your town like mother fuckin Clint Eastwood 'Cause I be fakin the rhymes that keep ya
Clark Or George Clint, shoot, I'm the kid with the funky loot So if ya want some, get some If ya need some, here's some If ya don't just step
him Reached into my d-da-da-das and pulled out my strap, check it out Nickle plated chrome planet Clint Eastwood special Designed strictly for
I hate to brag, but damn I'm good And if mics were a gun, I'd be Clint Eastwood And if rap was a game, I'd be MVP Most Valuable Poet on the M-I-C
I'm just as good as Clint Eastwood, so won't you make my day Markie the original, yes I am the boss And I can rock the microphone for you and yours
but damn I'm good And if mics were a gun, I'd be Clint Eastwood And if rap was a game, I'd be MVP Most Valuable Poet on the M-I-C Or if rap was
And you know Clint Black is where it's at When he's singing those songs from under his hat Ain't nothin' wrong with Aaron Tippin Young Dwight Yoakom
I never stay at the last resort I'm not tall but I never come up short I always pay, I pay and pay I got arrested and I got away I met Clint
writin rhymes with the pants saggin And hit the saloon, causin the guns in my holster to make room like Josie Wale and Clint Eastwood at High Noon
clowns get pounds of terror A full whip for more clips then Clint has in his era Dirty Harry, cold black the uncanny, of Kojak A Beretta sticking up trucks
just extra there I'm goin' crazy like Clint Eastwood And that empty chair keep your eyes peeled Runnin' through a mine field Even Lord Finesse will tell
superior to many people It means King Asiatic Nobody's Equal I hate to brag, but damn I'm good! And if mics were a gun, I'd be Clint Eastwood And if rap
you all and Phil Spector really has it all Uncle Floyd Shows on the T.V. Jack Nicholson, Clint Eastwood, 10cc But it's not my place But it's not
to be with my rock n' roll boy (oh yeah) I want to be with my rock 'n roll boy. Hey! I used to see you at Mitchell Park Hanging out Kyle and Clint in
(uh-huh) I up and squeeze, no three AG's (yeah) I keep El Chapos in my crib (uh-huh) No Toronto, I got six (uh-uh) Big revolvers like I'm Clint (uh-huh)
stretched out On stage with the gauge, flash the tech like Clint East' Polo drawers, valour headband, Genova convertible couch In the back, with the two
bitch came up in a tight ass jag She pulled right in the driveway bumpin' Clint Black We she stepped to the ride I had to take a step back She had long
and drop a coppa (bacon bits) (oh ya) Brake out with the trumpet service something proper proper So silence of the hams Clint East I smell your cut Lets
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