Lyrics:
of the old sheriff
Ha that boy fell down on his harelip -ow! Ow!
Well I I, might be wrong
But you you tag along
And we we all been wronged
And I get
Nicko: But that's diff... look...
Steve: I bollocked...I was shouting at ya, "look, my gear's gone down".
Nicko: It's me that fucked-up.
Steve:
Yo, this young buck rowdy, my gun buck loudly
When I was a buck
They had me locked up down in Buck's County
But I beat that wrap
You never catch me
(God put a song in the heart of an angel and softly she sang it to me)
You know I get to thinking a lotta times about back when I was a boy
The old
papayas
Before I polly
Red lightin' the Bob Marley
So I can cypher God bodies from the John Gotti's
Everybody a voss, sayin that time's money
Women
the train went by
Walk me down by the river side
And he whispered in my ear
Jenny Jenny you're the only girl
Who can get me outta here
Never never never
here comes the fire flies
One more block to catch the drive-by
Code of the streets you pack heat and skeet
Any fuckin' hoodrat bitch you can meet
Poor
he didn't quite
Bob and Mae come up from little town
Way down by lake Texoma where he coaches football
They were two A champions now for two years
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
the city I touch down and I bob and weave, ay
It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they ain't got a clue (they ain't got a clue)
Why my Cutlass blue
And I
me thinkin' was it worth this
And then it got me thinkin' cause I love this
Stay down and it'll work ya self at time don't be a slave by these choices
There ain't no love left in this dirty old house
I try to tell myself to pack my shit and move it on out
I can rest just passed the county line where
like it ain't a thing
You look down here's your start to a better way
Young nigga big heart with a old soul
105.1 on my radio
I'm on the road makin'
throne
Riding shotgun across county lines
Wooden crates carry this months fortune
To put food on the table
Out here in a town that's starving
That old
"
Lets go to a party" muhfucka
Rap Game Bob Barker the price is right
Got diamonds in your fucking sight
6'2 the height and I smell like top flight
Well
Well
Well
Well
We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and I
I took all that I desired, even crooks have to pay
Texas behind
It was thunderin' and lightnin' when we left Nolan County
The bus rolled along through the night
And Old 36, was the magic black
three steps from reality
Get up to get down, represent your town, last night
Was poppin' like like cocked Glocks with hollow-tip rounds
From booty
remembered
So many times that my memories are worn
And daddy won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County
Down by the Green River where Paradise lay
The old black top meets that old dirt road
By the Priest Town Creek and an old fence row
The church still stands but the weeds are all grow'd
Broward but I rep the whole tri county
Always keep some real ones dawg and they gon die by me
You gotta make it different with a greater purpose
Make sure
of them beers
Rollin back and forth
Barely enough room for my feet
On that old floor board
We use to drive around town
With the windows down smoking
won't ever see me texting
Dick it down retarted I feel special
Don't see nobody else
I do it by myself I don't need nobody help
Shit if wealth is health
on rifles
Don't be trippin' on me Santa
Claus didn't bring me shit
I'm cold as the North Pole
He'll shoot your eye out kid
I like my beat down low
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