Lyrics:
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Standin' at the crossroads, risin' sun goin' down
Standin' at the crossroads baby, the risin' sun goin' down
I believe to my soul now, po'
a southern drawl,
Acts like Toby Keith, but sounds a lot like Tim McGraw
But if he's country I'll kiss your ass,
And throw all my Willie Nelson records
BLWYRMND
This that drive-by
This that Shawty Lo in Impala
Hello out the whip with the clip
Make you bye bye
Roll the windows up, hotbox, smokin' la
to Times Square to celebrate the New Year
And I've never seen Willie Nelson live
And if I never get to that's alright
'Cause I've seen you with your
This is church front, pew, amen, pulpit
What my people need and the opposite of bullshit
This is jazz, this is funk, this is soul, this is gospel
This
Meow-meow-meow-meow
We might have to sample that for the album
Hahaaaaa the cat album by the dog
Meow the Jewels meow-meow-meow-meow
Meow-meow-meow-meow
yacht
So does the gang
By six like drake
By eight like Willie
How many signs do you need before you feel me
And we was supposed to been leave
But we still
My life is like a movie a novel by Paulo Coelho
Or the Steely Dan song about a bottle of Cuevo
Colombian Gold take a hit for the road
Its given me
You say you want a lover with a sense of danger
Come with me
I got some Willie Nelson in my Cd changer
Come with me
If you think I'm tryin'
Stratton
Who recorded a few of my songs while I was at school
And of course, everybody who was in any way a part of the making of this album
Including
money
Run them pockets like Nelson
Bitch you Bart
And Lisa gon still love me
Front my vision just build on me
Brand new automobiles for me
Top floor in
I remember that I was broke, that's was a year ago, I ain't going back again
My niggas don't play by the rules, you come up short, on gang we after
funky with the heartbeat props, y'all
(Heartbeat props!)
It's time to get busy with the heartbeat props
(We're giving heartbeat props)
I give my man
make my raps bigger than life
But not knowing how to market it right
Turned on the radio
Only cat new from the West
Coast was playin' was Bishop
And by
make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics that say he's Money, Cash, Hoes
I'm from the hood stupid
What type of facts are those
If you grew up with holes
don't get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright
My people walk with pride and
We're marchin' side by side and
My people laugh,
fingers on this one
What more can I say to you?
Get my grown man on
Let's go!
(What more can I say?)
Now you know ass is Willie
When they got you in
fingers on this one
What more can I say to you?
Get my grown man on
Let's go!
(What more can I say?)
Now you know ass is Willie
When they got you in
burning and looting
My Souls on Ice, and feels the Art of War
I hope for better but you know I prepare for more,
Cause evilish massacres, be killing Africa
Night blows, stoves don't work, hoes at work
A warrior, so I wear 'em on my shirt
Wish I was free as Che was, I spend a day buzzed
Tripping
functionin, 52 states, I'm bumpin in
Humpin in, operation, flowin and pumpin in
Big willie, Crystal, isle's and Phillies
Don't act retarded, I'm guarded by
lift the burdens
In the past that have crippled me
Cause God
I almost sold my soul for free
Dear Lord I need Your help
Well help bring it, well
Set Me Free
I was born on a dusty backroad
Raised on skynard, Hank, some Willie, and Jones.
We scraped by just by the skin of our teeth
Where I'm
My name is Willie Falcon
I was the undisputed king in the cocaine industry
From the mid '70s through the '80s and into the '90s
If you snort
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