Lyrics:
Dear John forgive us our sins thank you God
I wanna tell you where you're at
You lose me in this campsite
And I'm gonna teach you how to be cowboys
Now
"Right!
What the f'king hell are you lot doing up here? Piss of my stage, get up here when I tell ya!" We said,
"Look! Rumour has it we're supposed to be
could never hang with us
I'm really with the bullshit, drive bys in Wranglers
Bitch give me good head, leave my balls danglin'
Don't compare the Zoovie
Paul?
And my wife is all like "no, that ain't Paul,
Now tell me, who's this Paul?
She says "Oh, he's just some guy
Who goes to school with me
I sat
Bro, stop bitchin' Hey, tell me, tell me why you sneak dissin
Hey, hey Bro, stop bitchin
Hey, tell me, tell me why you sneak dissin' Hey, look, bro,
You know what free is nigga?
What's free?
Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be
Free is when the TV ain't controllin' what we see
you trash, you out of tact, don't even stand up
Bitch ass nigga
I rather fathom, gettin tandem by a random than to kick it with you
Now look at this, oh
be surprised by your findings
Get a clue and youtube September Clues
And Judy wood Irrefutable too
The planes look like cartoons
And they played some
Look (hey)
Fuck all that protestin' and marchin' peacefully (yeah)
They still gon' find a way to handle us egregiously (oh)
Legally, if I may get this
tell them to go drop dead
And they'd say, "Oh, how true, how true, how TRUE."
You need a nine to five job, Jimbo;
You need to get to Flinders St. by
ain't it true now
You need love like I do (don't you)
Boy I can tell by the way you look
When I'm looking at you
Well, well, well you need love
Like
kinda wack
Looking forward, we were on the right track
'Cause look at us now son
We gotcha bouncin'
Me and my crew, we gotchu' going off in the bleachers
it steady
Look played the block became a boss yea
You off the team you take a loss here
Smoke good he from william st yea somebody
Help bro with
That's Bartholomew-Williams that's almost A-Z
You can follow me and Ima follow God
Baby we gon see where the Lord leads us
How the world takes us
Now I'm flipping several thousand
What the boy gon' do?
They don't look a lot like us
They don't really talk like us
They don't look a lot like us (They
pumpin', you make us so proud
We've been wantin' something this good for a while
But I'm not fooled by both them dimples on your face
'Cause when we danced,
2Pac:]
Tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do
Now what's next
Tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do
Now what's next
Caught up in the middle
My
Huh
Stayed down 'til I came up
Now I'm always on the way up
Yeah I'm always on the way up
Can't nobody play us
Can't no mutha fuckas play us
Ain't
"And we'd like to thank our junior ushers for doing
such a wonderful job, look at 'em ... Pastor Skillz's
last sermon with us today. But it's not
, now we gotta lift ourselves up
Get no help from the President, they all racist or prejudice
Forget the rhetoric, pull yourself up by the bootstraps
Want it all by now I'ma die some day tell them all that its on right now
Left hand on her ass right hand on the dough right now
Ain't no telling where
the jumpshot
Swish, nigga! We used to play Sega
Now it's Glock 40, with the red lasers
Niggas want to kill us
But they can't fade us
Play them corners, we
Chicago
She like my slow flow, and like my turbo
I'm like yo, we can burn the herbal
I got the purple, and you in my circle
By them hips I can tell she
disrespectful
I'll walk in Kanye house and
Tell a Yo Mama joke
Fourth grader, hittin' the blunt
Watch how this 9'll smoke
Stomp him in some Adidas and now he
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