Lyrics:
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A thousand years of torture and hunger
Drove the people away from their land
A land full of beauty and wonder
Was raped by the British
to one another
No one should come between us
Still I was lonely, and she was by my side, my one and only
Knows that she could never hide
I couldn't
For the last eight years rode around in a Mercedes
Lexus, trucks, drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Chorus
drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
Oh, paddy dear and did you hear
The news that's going 'round
The shamrock is forbid by law
To grow on Irish ground
Saint Patrick's name no
and wonder
Was raped by the British brigands
Goddamned
Goddamned
If you could keep voices like flowers
There's be shamrock all over the world
If you
to Ireland came, he took me by the hand
Says he, "I never saw the likes of MacNamara's Band"
Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals clang and the horns they
drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
out that muthafucka with about 4 pounds of that shamrock
Zip lock, body bag, toe tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
In and out fast, murderous, vast
another
No one could come between us
Still I was lonely, and she was by my side, my one and only
Knows that she could never hide
I couldn't feel her,
to one another
No one should come between us
Still I was lonely, and she was by my side, my one and only
Knows that she could never hide
I couldn't
to one another
No one should come between us
Still I was lonely, and she was by my side, my one and only
Knows that she could never hide
I couldn't
On yo' block you prolly bred a Fat Pat or 2Pac
Or Big Pun, or B.I., ya homeboys from knee, high
And even when it was storming outside, that nigga'd be by
Its the shamrock suburban
Hand cooked kiss the codeine curtain
What I spent last week with the ice on my T
Champagne Diamonds looks like ice tea
the pipes off of Roomer just to pass the time
Shoot the shit and walk to Shamrock, stole me a wine
Get smashed and hit the bus stop when school let out
Get
it was stormin outside, that nigga'd be by
That's me dawg, on my block, I ain't have to play the big shot
Niggaz knew me back when I was stealin bell
block you prolly bred a Fat Pat or 2Pac
Or Big Pun, or B.I., ya homeboys from knee, high
And even when it was storming outside, that nigga'd be by
That's
window now real child of hell nobody's seen him real child of hell nobody knows what shape she takes st paddy's day, old irish man shamrocks painted on his
Never was a finer breed than the steed who was Shamrock
Plain to see by his confirmation
That he came from finest stock
Daddy was a black mammoth
the saddle, one on the ground
Saw the ball had passed through
Clean as a church fold
And the wounds washed up by Sam, his old hound
So he saddled up
a Plastic Paddy pub that they call The Blarny Stone
There's plastic shamrocks everywhere, there's Guinness and green beer
And a sign in gaelic above the bar
after that make a sextape over by the terrace
Let me take you out to Paris
Let me take you out to Paris
Rollin' in whips on wheels that's bigger than
Baby I'm outside
You can take your time (take your time)
Wanna be by your side (by your side)
You've been on my mind (my mind)
Like all the time (time)
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