Lyrics:
a jet (hop off a jet)
Hop off the jet
I put the glow on her wrists (yeah)
I got that glow on my bitch (yeah)
I keep the drum on the TEC, huh
Hop out
This where I’m from
Same place
Where your teeth get numb
You can feel it in your gums
Shot of rum
Wit a drum
Vegas out the west
An I’m
Yellin 7 hun
caught it yea-yeah
(Yea-yeah)
Damn might buy her ass a bag or somethin'
And she gon' keep that pussy poppin' like a drum
Might fly her ass out for once
Fee-fie-fo, when I pull out the drum, can't trust myself, why would I trust y'all?
Gotta keep a vest on when I put the TEC on, ooh (what they do?)
And I got
to life
'Cause I'm never gonna get these drums out of my head
And I'm never gonna get some sleep inside of my bed
And I'm sorry if good night is
I need guitar, talk, love and drums
Hang out with the laundry
Scrub your faces clean
Noisy liberation, temptation
And the chorus sings
We
unleaded
Let it rain
And jackin' out fire
What you're seein' when I'm takin' shit another level higher
Now it's on
Ain't gettin' domed
Buckin' all
your love
Girl, you're dangerous
You got me going all in
Baby, you got me crawling for your love
Dangerous
Can you feel that bass drum
Banging out my
fowler (trombone)
Tom fowler (bass)
Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals)
Chester thompson (drums)
Out in cucamonga
Many years ago
Near a holy roller church
HardKnock Life Of A Yungen Choppers wit Da Drums in
Recking Out In Foreigns thug gin till da mornin thuggin while you snorin
HardKnock Life
share my stats
Huh? I grab the drum out the
Backpack then boom bap that, yeah
Normally I use it just to scratch my back, uh
Don't gotta hang with rappers
on computers we pull up plug you out the socket
AR with a drum right up out the trunk
Dump dump ayyyy dump
Let a nigga pull up on me
He aint leaving
Ask
your bitch plucked
I’ma sick fuck
Got like six mutts
Sippin’ Cobra out the pickup
That ain’t no gun sound
I’m busting drums out
Out your head like I’m
spun out
I got a call, said my work is finna run out
All my kicks I get a
Month before they come out
Pull a drum out and rung out
Knock a lung out
They
the cut sound crystal clear
When he pumps the bass up
Your eardrums swell
From the three kick drums out the SP-12
So right about now it's time to get into
groove
Balboa like punchlines these Niggas Snakes like cobras
Dope bars like coke lines
Glock nine with a drum line
Blasting fire out the can, sounding
timeout
Out here gettin' paper, bitch, I'm on the grind now
Hella F&Ns and drums when we slide out
Foenem brazy, just got home and wanna ride out
Make
of yesterday
Merely drum out the sound
But forgetting you was hard
That's why I'm back in town
And you had a loveless week
And the world's let you down
to run out
Hard to do get your barbecue rib done out
Fire on the drivers till the tires spun out
AKs expand like a band drum out
Trumpets in the new four
you hear the human drum beating?
Hear the human drum
Can you hear the human drum beating?
Kicking out
Kicking out
And then I get so low
When
of yesterday
Merely drum out the sound
But forgetting you was hard
That's why I'm back in town
And you had a loveless week
And the world's let you down
ten, high, say pleased to meet you
I want to screw up to the beat of my own drum
I want to take it out of town and do it to my drum
Scream shout
Ay, we out here rapping bout shit that we arent
Ay, we out here taking another hit from the blunt
Ay, we out here Spitting straight heat on the drums
'til her voice gone
Four-five give him body shots like Roy Jones
Foreign whip with the tinted windows, pull a drum out it
Pull up to your baby mama's
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