Lyrics:
Indiana
I'm a country boy from Indiana
Yeah I done did time in the slammer
Did a little time in the slammer
I was running south of Southern Alabama
Catch me
Santana
Mask on my face cuz I'm cocking the hammer , monkey clips and I got the Banana
Free all bros that's been locked in the slammer , moon walking with
jockey, highway slammer, I'm just doin' what I gotta do
I'm a road hammer, double talkin', CB grammar
Haul your load from Alabama all the way
Alabama High-Test
Got me in a big mess
Higher then a wildcat
Running from the wolf pack
They're gonna put me in the slammer
If they catch me with
jockey, highway slammer, I'm just doin' what I gotta do
I'm a road hammer, double talkin', CB grammar
Haul your load from Alabama all the way
draget på hoes
Hvem puller opp til clubben slammer Cadillac doors
Musikken dunker sånn som Serge Ibaka
Slurper på no' brus kall meg Urge Ibaka
Finnes bare
When I busted in Austin
Walkin' around in a daze
Man, I'm sittin' in the slammer
Lookin' out through the bars 'cross a haze
It'll all clear up
a hammer on a bed of nails)
Baby, put me in your slammer, oh, yeah
No one else could make you feel like I do, I do, I do
No one ever gets as deep
on history,
I'll be in the English grammar slammer,
And I got a C.
Got a warning last semester,
Told my mom and that depressed her,
Promised dad I won't be
a hammer on a bed of nails)
Baby, put me in your slammer, oh, yeah
No one else could make you feel like I do, I do, I do
No one ever gets as deep
with my bro's at a manor
Look, me and you got passa
But you got cheffed so it don't even matter
Fresh home, fresh home, straight out the slammer
in the slammer
I was gassed when they buss' them gates
Get bread and invest in hammers
Set it, crash and we buck on estates
How many times did a mash
brother
Ice on me, colder than Chiraq weather
I'ma bad mama jama, and I keep a hammer
Wanna see a nigga dead, wanna see me in the slammer
I'm so badass,
A one, two, three, four
Busted in Austin
Walkin' around in a daze
I'm sittin' in a slammer
Lookin' out through these bars in a haze
But
A one, two, three, four
Busted in Austin
Walkin' around in a daze
I'm sittin' in a slammer
Lookin' out through these bars in a haze
But
A one, two, three, four
Busted in Austin
Walkin' around in a daze
I'm sittin' in a slammer
Lookin' out through these bars in a haze
But
because we friends don’t make
U my damn blood
Walk around town I might need me a hammer
Free my uncle Blake they got him In a slammer
Durag on me like I’m
Busted In Austin
Walking around in a daze
Lord I'm sitting in the slammer
Looking out these bars through a haze
But It'll all clear up in 11 months
1- you know I pack the hammer
2- ain't trying to see the slammer
3- get your shit together
4- my DNA forever
They said I wasn't ready,
I feel like tony montana aye
I'm pullin up with that hammer aye
Best they don't catch me on camera aye
I won't go back to the slammer aye
I'm
From the bottom to the top I chose the paper route
Got some niggaz in the trenches that won't make it out
Got some niggaz in the slammer that ain’t
winning
God damn
Free my bros yea free them out the slammer
When you get out go have the hoes going ham
Fuck these haters get blocked like spam
Hater
thing that I want to know
Why these people trippin' over dope, damn
Hit the slammer on encounter, no
It doesn't matter 'cause I have my own plans
Imma
hit the slammer when you getting naughty
Girl I need my money man I'm all up on ps
Come an push up on me when you're all up on a g
Tell me that you like
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