Lyrics:
93 ion want it if it don't smoke
Face card good watch I get it by the boat
44 calicos I can snatch a nigga soul
I said 23 bitch what u tryna get
The calico down the street
Got hit by a truck last week
I heard that the kids aren't takin' it well
The house with the red siding
Got busted for
slide
Off in my business? (My business?)
I take the Calico, battle my enemy (Why?)
Just like the animal, pop up with semis
(Huh?) there they go
Four-four
known by the name of old Johnny Dhu
Of all the trade's that's going, sure begging is the best
For when a man is tired, he can sit down and rest
He can beg
a little red dress by the candlelight
The calico queen
She dances and she sings
She'll look into your eyes and then
She'll spread her wings and sing
Oh,
of a thousand crips with Calico's
And Lord knows we lust hoes
I don't give a fuck if you white or black
If you bust your gat, I can relate to that
If you sell
on my side, when I ride
Ready to do another homicide, then im flyin by
Til I'm gone, nigga old glory
I'm H-Town to Cali, just like Robert Ory
If I do
the motive
Ok im rolling
Rrr Rrr Rrr Rollin
Rrr Rrr Rrr Rollin
Rrr Rrr Rrr Rollin
Rrr Rrr Rrr Rollin
Rrr Rrr Rrr Rollin
Rrr Rrr Rrr Rollin
First we slide by
when I ran around the corner by Pat house
Now they got my fuckin' boy on the corner
And if I spray the tec, best believe my boy's a goner
Yellin' down
Calico color face, will you come back now
I've had enough of this place
It's really got me down
I've had enough of this day
I've had enough of your
shared every dream
So anxious to grow in the new summer rain
And bloom like a rose on the Calico plains
How could she hear as we laughed
On that warm
Used to tote that Calico and serve like John McEnroe
Now I sell out all my shows
Used to sell out all my blow
That was back when we was coppin' dubs
Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre
Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G
I put my key, you put your key in, money we'll be seein'
Will reach
I laid on a dune, I looked at the sky
When the children were babies and played on the beach
You came up behind me, I saw you go by
You were always
side you got to know
Keep a calico by the bedside, this what I'm all about
Now which one of y'all motherfuckers shot up my momma's house?
It
known by the name of old Johnny Dhu
Of all the trade's that's going,
sure begging is the best
For when a man is tired,
he can sit down and rest
He can beg
And I thought about a calico bonnet from Cheyenne to Tennessee
We flew straight across that river bridge,
Last night half past two
The switchman waved
bigger, my heart gettin' bigger
Live by the trigger so I'mma die by the trigger
My chest gettin' bigger, my heart gettin' bigger
Live by the trigger so
side you got to know
Keep a calico by the bedside, this what I'm all about
Now which one of y'all motherfuckers shot up my momma's house?
It
I body your man
Do a drive by on you live with a body cam
Fucking with Feddie then count your bread and your blessings
Fuck over Feddie, they find
were all
Calico and the sail boats they all sailed by, and a river she cried.
With cool and silvery eyes and a? heart that was fit for desire,
boats they all sailed by
And a river she cried.
And the wind was suddenly sweeter? than Roosevelt pine,
The windows broke out and the cigarette smoke
They circled the cabin
She stepped out to meet them
With a Winchester rifle
That'd kept them away
Twelve young apaches
On Calico ponies
Leader
the pipeline, they tango 'til they're sore
They take apart their nightmares and they leave them by the door
Let me fall out of the window with confetti in my hair
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