Lyrics:
the boats are loaded down they'll be singing in the town
When the boys of Killybegs come rolling home
Now they're headed out to sea and the wind is
F-in' iced out Jesus pieces
The rock over Sean John fleeces
You never love the money like we love it
Pay the chick sucka, and let her teeth touch it
As written by the messenger
Pigeons of Hell's Kitchen
Thank you for the dollar, hope you dig it
Clap once for the junkyard punks
Good, clap twice for
a soldier ,if this shit get crazy we gone rock out like magnolia
I thought I showed ya , ya baby boy a soldier ,if this shit get crazy we gone rock out like
Ill be bringing you home
And none of us will ever be alone again...
Im leaving roses at your window
Id cruise by to catch the scent of the indo smoke
I
cyclone
And i pull excalibur right out the stone
King punk, the precision it hits like stallone
Rocky, keep it cocky, i'll be Al Cappone
I walk alone, sit
crossed out
Never made men
We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot
Blow the roof off them groups
Like rock block raute
I can't be touched
Cause
home
To hold the only joy the world did not destroy
A laughing little brown eyed boy she calls her own
Though he leads her by the hand and tries to be
the island
And the second, about the warning of an escapee who had just broken out of the high security mental institution not five miles from her home
straight to the face, what the fuck you think
Half my mind said to fall asleep
The other half said to stay awake
Long drag so I'm out of my head
While
High on a hilltop near your home
There stands a dilapidated old mansion
Some say the place is haunted
But you don't believe in such myths
One dark
That’s nasty baby, now he crazy, like
Who fucking with the boy?
Super lowed out, I had my team, my sneaks
My jeans and all that perform in all black
Your
on the ground by yourself
While your boy yells (Hey somebody get some help)
Fuck a treuce, ain't no apologies
I shoot so much I got funeral homes following me
enough to tell yourself you're gonna quit
Instead you just tell yourself that you like it
So punk rock, you're never gonna stop
You're gonna study music
I execute this rebuke, good master
He said, these cometh not out, but by prayer and fasting
Like, one, two, three, four, five, knock a demon down
the hundred strongest rhymes
I brought out the punk in him
Caught him with a strong five deadly venom
Told him enter the Wu-Tang
Witness the Shaolin slang,
Every problem ain't solved by spinning in the rental
Rather pull up with you and rock out at the venue
See the streets done gave me jewels, I done
Shout out to DJ Khaled
This that special cloth at the radio station
Going brazy with your boys in the building
New York City, what the fuck is up?
We
fuck baby who you tryna play
No ma'am no misses I'm a man now boy
All hits, no misses, in my bag now boy
You ain't love me to begin with
You're a fan
slang, poison fang
Poison pen let me begin
Tryin to rhyme up in my cipher is gambilin
Freestylin me g, I be buckwilin
You can't even challenge a nigga in
boy ya free paper bum it's called I got connections, like Poonanny to erections
I saw selected sets son for my selection stretchin' sections etchin'
you work out, gotta get it right back
I trap by day boy, rap by night,
C-Bone in this Bitch College Park trump tight
[Hook]
[T-Mo Goodie]
I'm pimp
partied man, motha fuckers throwin' up,
motha fuckers fightin' and shitÂ…DJ was whackÂ…
damn bout to party by myself man. Just sit back here and chill out
to get the friction on
So, ladies (yeah) ladies (yeah)
If you wanna roll in my Mercedes (yeah)
Then turn around, stick it out
Even white boys got
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