Lyrics:
To watch the desert sun go down
Ridin' down the canyon just to watch the sun go down
A picture that no artist ever could paint
White faced cattle are
To watch the desert sun go down
Ridin' down the canyon to watch the sun go down
A picture that no artist e'er could paint
White faced cattle lowin'
Ladies and gentlement
We're out in front of the dallas county court house
Where the Kirk Franklin verses the state of the world case is about
but the number one rapper in the world
He done traveled all over the world
He came back just to give you some game
All of the little boys and girls,
bitch, I beg your pardon
I'm independent but I'm ballin' like a major artist
I stay high like giraffe, pussy
In my trap house, smokin' rubber kushy
Fuck the house in fuck the house in
Fuck the house in fuck the house in
Fuck the house in fuck the house in
Fuck the house in fuck the house in
In the shit house a shotgun
Praying hands hold me down
Only the hunter was hunted
In this tin can town
Tin can town
No stars in the black
In the shit house a shotgun
Praying hands hold me down
Only the hunter was hunted
In this tin can town
Tin can town
No stars in the black
Ridin' down the canyon, to watch the sun go down
A picture, that no artist ever could paint
White faced cattle lowin' on the mountain side
I hear
Tell them that the house is not for sale
We're still living here
How come nobody can tell?
They're taking all the furniture
Moving our things
around
We never change do we, no, no
We never learn do we
So I want to live in a wooden house
I want to live life always be true
I want to live
to do
It i am an artist and I care about humanity
Yes I am personally rich and I can
Buy furs and houses for my family
But I need access to more money
Ain't no acid in this house
and confused 'cause
I want out but I want you
You can't decide between moving out or moving in
You don't know what to do
With a Stranger In The House
In
To watch the desert sun go down
Ridin' down the canyon to watch the sun go down
A picture that no artist 'ere could paint
White faced cattle lowing
Finally, a change from these fake rap artists
[Rick] Me and Nas bring it to your hardest
Finally, real niggaz that are Billboard charters
[Rick]
To watch the desert sun go down
Ridin' down the canyon
To watch the sun go down
A picture that no artist 'ere could paint
White faced cattle lowin'
both asked for bikes
One in red, one blue and white
I'll never forget that magic morn'
My first ride from our house to yours
From our house to yours
artist 'ere could paint
Cactus plants are bloomin' on the mountain side
I hear a coyote calling to its mate
White faced cattle lowing, sagebrush
Neil Landstruum
Kenny Dope
DJ Hell
Louis Vega
K-Lexi
Dr. Dre's in the house, yeah
Omega in the house
Gemini's in the house
Jeff Mills is
the trap house
They asking bout me in the trap house
They talking bout me in the trap house
They asking bout me in the trap house
What the business is, stay
the trap house
They asking bout me in the trap house
They talking bout me in the trap house
They asking bout me in the trap house
What the business is, stay
Landstruum
Kenny Dope
DJ Hell
Louis Vega
K-Lexi
Dr. Dre is in the house, yeah
Omega in the house
Gemini's in the house
Jeff Mills is in
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