Lyrics:
Watching the soap opera on the TV
Your old man's working
And your kids are out playing
And you ain't feeling too free
You keep thinking back
Thinking
Old man knocked on my front door
With a teenage boy and a couple more from up the road
He had him by the collar
Said he caught him shootin' beer
this same walk with my old man
Boy, I've been in your shoes
Down our long dusty driveway
I set my mind to go
Well, I was eighteen and wild and free
the only way I can truly count my sheep
I dreamt wild dreams of me making it out
I'm old at heart, but my skin still breaking out
Got to get the nerves out,
That would explain my wild reputation, if it's made by two different guys
Chorus
alright.
Cause I'll be spittin' this game to you all damn night.
When I was 3 years old,
Straight pimp game I was told.
My daddy sent me to pimp
was 3 years old,
Straight pimp game I was told.
My daddy sent me to pimp school.
In this man's world, you can't be no fool.
If a pimp is what you
Let's take it to the stage sucker!
It's the E and I'm smoking.
Wild like Tone Loc I'm roasting, bakin' MCs
The E I'm not joking so back up
I was feeling on my way, I was twelve years old
Walking underneath a blanket of West Virginia coal
I walked right by a No Trespass sign
Yeah,
take a shot of Jim Beam This shit aint gonna end can't you see
Stuck in here all you hear is fear is the boogie man gonna take my motherfucking beer
Whisper in my ear "I can fuck you better" (Alright)
Judge her by the head 'fore I forget her (Yes sir)
Cedric got the advance that my nigga forever (He did)
(Steel Banglez)
Chyeah
Morrisson
Live by the gun, die by the gun (die by the gun)
But it is what it is if that time ever comes
Because I made
tree...
I see hate in the eyes of the town's biggest man as he pulls a branch from the tree
To whip the backside of my old pony Dan so he'll run out from
and burn, swallow your bile
All in, play to win, call of the wild
Old school, play it cool, Hollywood-style
Some equate being male with misogyny
They
prevailed
It started way back in the 8th grade
In the small old town where the two both stayed
He came from a family of middle class
Where everything he
a hand
You know that you were made to love like you're dyin'
Find the next battle you're fightin'
Cause the heart of a man is Wild
He ain't old, but he
you bump that
Track by Lootpack, ya like "They off the hook, cat"
[Wild Child]
Focus, Wild Child representative of hip hop, top 10 niggas get
Casanova, hey man that's that
Get a shoe thrown at me from a mean old man
Get my dinner from a garbage can
Don't go crossing my path
I don't bother
Casanova, hey man that's that
Get a shoe thrown at me from a mean old man
Get my dinner from a garbage can
Don't go crossing my path
I don't bother
Casanova, hey man that's that
Get a shoe thrown at me from a mean old man
Get my dinner from a garbage can
Don't go crossing my path
I don't bother
you jive turkey
Watching me through goggles
I throw hollows at James Worthy
Spin your head like an owl, I'm wild
I drive Fergies that's that white thing
Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
Now hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what
Clan in da front, let
Venus or Mars
You worked and you laboured to
Build your wild dream that you'd be the man
With the first submarine
O'Donovan Rossa, ol' Breslin the boy
and sippin'
Old gold, red bull, hands on my dick and
I'm just lampin' with my EK shades, truck-jewels, obviously the man's paid.
But of course not, brother
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