Lyrics:
But that was short-lived, hahaha
Gary Coleman
I'm on my grind like that skater named Terry
(huh?)
Kennedy my enemies, no death never scare me
(ah) death
big money on me
Now I gotta keep a gun on me
Niggas trying to run a trick play then
They gonna have to bury homie
Short barrel, Gary Coleman, 81 bullets
On some different flow, acting like you didn't know
A nigga so Gary Coleman, I got them different strokes
You throw it back and now I'm matching your
the cream, he was the wise one
The impression of Afro Blue and of the promise
That was not kept, he was a giant step
And there was Ornette Coleman
He was
(Phillip Coleman/Carolyn Dawn Johnson)
I haven't been myself these days according to friends
I tend to lose part of me when my heart's
on a Coleman song
My friend John with a mirror and spoon
Got a belt and a mainline scene
A couple getting off in the back room
Someone's collecting money
Mami Mary, Mary Coleman that is
I love you, rest in peace
You still here though
Word up
This goes out to you
Mary Parker, Loretta Randall
Grandfather
Put the Coleman in the truck, stop and fill 'er up
We're heading out of this town
Me and my baby's got cabin fever
It's been a long week and I'm
job? Where di program?
Bag ah speech, bag ah slogan
What you talkin' 'bout, Gary Coleman?
Dem ah war disco and ah talk slow-jam
You nuh care 'bout di
a speech, bag a slogan
What you talkin' 'bout, gary Coleman?
Dem a talk disco and a talk slow-jam
Yuh nuh care bout di poor man
But net time bet seh we nah go
and it started snowin'
I got known for my grill, like I'm Gary Coleman
Off of X, I get the feeling like them niggas on me
I'm a real geeker, pour
mother hearing
Sounds from space, the baby brother of Will Cullen Hart talking, a blender,
And the music of Ornette Coleman.
that's how Malice Green died
Coleman Young, Dennis Archer, Kilpatrick
Pissy mattress in the alley doing backflips
Uh, these hoes ratchet, daddy's absent
But now she got some ass, I wanna hit it now
I don't lease, I just all out feast
I put a blue Caprice on Gary Coleman
Bomb head and some cheese eggs
gonna live it?
Nothing but a few short years
Here we are by our little Coleman camper, dancing by the light of the KOA
Ain't it somethin' how we made
Every record label sucks dick
Eyes Wide Shut masquerade, got Bob dancin'
I'm in the mosh pit at the Rothschild mansion
I'm Coleman Austin, Thorburn,
come on Wales
So come on Wales
With Ashley Williams
We can win any fight
Chrissy Coleman, Gunter, Chester
Hennessey, Allen, King and Collins
Davis,
Late last night, I made up my mind
Set my alarm for 5:05
Coleman full of coffee, rods in the truck
Time to knock off a little tackle box dust
baby's got a heart of gold
I brought along a little courage and Coleman cooler just to help me out
My hands are shaking like canebrake rattler
like everybody out here right now wanna be 'Pac
While I'm zoning, stirring the pot
I'm 'bout to go so motherfucking Lamont Coleman
This 'bout to be
lookin nice hey my name is Funke
Yo your show is swollen around your corner
You trap and you be in freaks got more cheeks than Gary Coleman
So what's
lucky you made it
I'm the most hated MC, just like the OB
You'll be outy like last year, cookin' like Gary Coleman
'Cause no man, no children or woman can
out now)
I got a diamond in my pocket and my baby's got a heart of gold
(Here she comes)
I brought along a little courage and Coleman cooler just
lens to the present moment, I'm past the twenty-seven omen
Life is short with a sense of humor, think Gary Coleman
Almost sacrificed it getting high
.jpg/214px-Composer_Cy_coleman_(32841370298).jpg "Cy Coleman")
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