Lyrics:
nigga lit
Random number kept calling back to back wasn't even gonna pickup might be a nigga he just sticked up
But Jeff ain't trippin he be sticked up by
stop, I'll go mad
Raoul, I'm frightened
Don't make me do this
Raoul, it scares me
Don't put me through this
Ordeal by fire
He'll take me, I know
the good Lord with me
And this box with a couple strings
He said I just gotta get out
Away from these small minds
Somewhere a little farther south
Where
was ignoring the signs
Ain't too proud to beg he pull me up in west south
Got him jelly of my buns cuz i'm going out
I'm Surrounded by the girls like
You looking for me
There here go
You looking for me
There here go
There He Go
TerryO
There He Go
TerryO
You looking for me
There here go
You looking
around
Get laid down
Slim
Took me for a joke
Holmes
Stand by
I think he need a stand by
Yung boys in the hood
Got it lock now
Stand by
I think she need
was Billy!
"He tried to have Moet tossin Olde E money
I ain't tryin to have that
but let me tell you about this"
Ohhhh, Billy Billy Billy, whassup
this way?
Musetta
(to the waiter) Give me my bill
Midinettes, STUDENTS
No! That way!
Urchins
They're coming that way!
Midinettes, STUDENTS
They're
down him like a shot but he still stood the test
He swallowed tripe and lard by the yard, we got scarred
We thought it would go hard when the waiter
the character in the song
Dead by the end of the song but he's been dismembered as well
And the Front Porch Boys stopped
And looked up at me just long enough
riding by
They wishing for demise
On a child when he climbing high
Looking for the ground
But this sound got me flying by
Put him on the ground
Wit a pound
dollar bill
They've got a fine fiddle band at the barn up on the hill
And by midnight we just might wind up dancin' standin' still
By my daddy's lantern
green
Molding those
I'm on a roll
If money talks
I always owe
Paid my bills
Call me broke
Rhyme at will
never choke
Sleep and chill
I'm always woke
Robing
Rooster Hill
By Ronnie Rogers
Last Saturday night on rooster hill
I lost 4 one hundred dollar bills
Came home with my champion cock cut all
the trash
Carry heavy bags
Don't buy my own flowers
Or pump my own gas
He pulls out my chair
All my bills are paid
And you can call me a brat
But he made me
Me and old Bill
Sittin' by the river
Throwin' in a line, talkin' of the times in the war together
I say, how's the old wound?
He says, not so tough
I use to jus to sit in the hood
Bill up a zoob
Ima from a place where ders killers gorillas and crooks
We do not live by the book i'd get lit when i
no good like pork rinds
Gotta go home to that whore wife
That don't never wan' fuck, just start fights
And he just made a hard right at the wrong
down him like a shot but he still stood the test
He swallowed tripe and lard by the yard, we got scarred
We thought it would go hard when the waiter
my bills on autopay a head hunter a call away
20k by ten am that's what i call a day
It ain't even lunch yet
Seventy five north brunch house for
wanna hit 'em in the face (ha ha ha)
Tell these haters quit copyin me
I got that speed and harmony, what the fuck?
Right there, what you say? (what did he
silver toed high heeled boots and a big old horseshoe diamond ring
Hung his big white Stetson hat on the rack by the pinball machine
He walked up
Got too many bills to pay, bills to pay
There ain't no room babe, for you baby
Oh you ain't know? It's all about me
Dreaming bout the money babe,
So I'm guessing you folks already know
What the Anti-Terrorism Bill holds
Well let me tell you more about it then
It includes the warrantless arrest
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