Lyrics:
Me and my family was livin' proof
Everybody called us old poor white trash
And if that ain't country i'll kiss your ass
Chorus
If that ain't country
And hi, ho, hand me my shovel
I'm liable to dig my hole deeper
And it's off to H-E double hockey sticks I go
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm
down like Bob and Whitney
My choosey lover more like Queen Bee better be easy
She can make one play call and the QB runnin in
Drop back cock that blow
With my guy in the Box Chevy
He got a job, used to move rock steady
Windows shaking when the bass drop heavy
Nigga driving like he the black Tom
some where by the upper echelon
And that's exactly what they can tell that I'm headed for
Know I'll blow up regardless just 'cause I've been the bomb
stay down and that's for sure
When all my gangsters become one mob we are going to let it blow
Mama ain't raise no hoe e 40 said when to go
They want me
a kiss, making me think this is bliss (Major Tom)
Look, Into the star filled abyss (How far you've gone…)
Try to come and reminisce about the chances that
I was in the O2 singing my lungs out
Rudeboy, you're never too big for Adele
Leave my yard, blow a kiss to my girl
Salute to my sister as well
I was in the O2 singing my lungs out
Rudeboy, you're never too big for Adele
Leave my yard, blow a kiss to my girl
Salute to my sister as well
Sorry but (go ahead)
Oh no
What up, Bob? God, man
We're Hobo Johnson and the Lovemakers
we're a couple kids, five I guess
that like to make
touch my spirit
I don't kiss no random gyalie
Bad man act like makavelli
Money pon my mind
Not charly
Me ah Rasta man
Dem call me yung bob Marley
Down
About who get seniority at these shows
Especially when compared to me
Y'all ain't shit on stage
[Chorus]
I hit the stage
Grab the mic and blow 'em
the reasons are
And i still don't know all the reasons why
Life got me passing the seasons by
Fucked up in the face like a fallen angel
Now i just sit back
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
fame to blow
Plus, before I was hot
Most of them never even spoke to me before
I got 2 million unit's sold
Album number 2, $900, 000 advance
Million
rila mihloti
I blow by blow ni khome tihosi
Lexa ka Bila madoda xi nghozi
Ni chongola Joni ni wa hi xikosi
Vo tala va sala va ni vitana boti
Ni ba
get by, got to be the best
I'm so fly, all the hoes be staring me
Trying to give me that eyeful like I'm French
She undressed, trying to flash on me
have me blow that whistle
I'm cream of the crop no reason to stop
Hip hop is what I live foe
This music is suspenseful
Let me show you my credentials
Im
Feeling like a bomb
When my stress blow up when
I just wanna bob
With my head go dumb no
I don't see the problem
I'm just too numb but
You the one who
the weed, T, ya heard me? Yeah
Uhh, now let me start by sayin' I don't like this beat
But I weather the storm, I'm a lightnin' streak
Uhh, Weezy F. Baby, I
going up
Weed by the pound we gonna roll it up
She seen my pockets she notice
The streets told me I am the chosen on
(Streets said that I am the chosen
Make 'em scream, Monsters Inc
See I done came a long way from a sheet in a closet with a beat
Ceiling pockets with a leak
And tryna get this off me by
Yea bitch
I heard how you niggas was talking bout me
I heard how you niggas was talking bout me
I heard how you niggas was talking bout me
Yea I
by your side
(Baby) never let me go, never let me go, never let me go
(As I open my eyes)
As I open my eyes
(Baby, kiss me from my nose down to my)
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