Lyrics:
And, you wanna back off them hogs
Yeah, 10 4, 'bout five mile or so
Ten, roger, them hogs is gettin' in tense up here
By the time we got into Tulsa
a bunch of people all Around me i be trying
For some reason i be thinkin on that Gang shit
Thats why i move around tryna make More money
I bet treat you
back up
Back up, back up
Back up, back up
Look me in the eyes, you're no match, son
I can see that you be lacking the passion
They don't wanna see me in
Bowzer
Mom, please put back the bell-bottom Brady Bunch trousers
But if you don't want to I can live with that, but
You gotta put back the double-knit
to bustin'
Who that right there? Turn around
They fuss if truckin'
It don't matter, you know how we rockin'
We thuggin'
Uh, living this life, getting it right
Lose it all
Gain the world
It doesn't matter
Without you
I'd sacrifice
Everything
Just to have you by my side again (uh)
The Lord said let
Brady
I ain't no martyr but bet you I walk on water
Cut my Third Eye open
Now my folk and em' think I'm crazy but
I'm taking offers and calling up my
Freeing the damned by being free as I am
And speaking belief into people sittin' with reason to stand
Who just might be needing a hand
I got you
9th
drive
Me crazy, goddamn, bitch, you talk too much
White squares like the Brady Bunch
(The Brady Bunch)
Pussy talkin', know I get you touched
(Know I get
the dash
How could you hate when I don't know you?
(I don't know you) i was by myself
Busy trappin' by my old school (Old school)
Now I'm making hit's, yeah
a fashion show"
I said, "This isn't Sha Na Na, come on Mom, I'm not Bowzer
Mom, please put back the bell-bottom Brady Bunch trousers
But if you don't want
a fashion show"
I said, "This isn't Sha Na Na, come on Mom, I'm not Bowzer
Mom, please put back the bell-bottom Brady Bunch trousers
But if you don't want
ain't nothin' gonna get in our way
We gonna roll this truckin' convoy 'cross the USA
Convoy
(Ah, breaker,
Pigpen this here's the Duck and you wanna back
slippers
I like my bitches simple, lay back, relax ya mental
Shit, you know what I do, now tell me what you tryna get into
The man car's rented, the man
lunch
Not Grady or the lady from the Brady Bunch
Got cheese in Lee's like he's in jeans
Charge Visa freeze, on these with ease
No dope to cope, just
Saw my life slippin' bunch of minor setbacks
Now it's time to get it, focus on the get back
Everything I lost yeah it's time to get back
Niggas
way too many options call it brady bunch
Good things come to an end baby I had fun
Better run baby run baby run (Hooo) cause I told you that I'm
you hatin'
You despise, cause I'm super fly
I look down on you, and I fly
Gettin' dollars by the Brady Bunch, break the bank, slam dunk
A malice
a stack yeah yeah
I be picking up my bible
I aint pickin up a sack
Ion need demons coming back
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
If you want change homie
Then you gotta
good morning, dude, Eagle Street corner Tune
Long dough, no short bread, no Lorna Doon
I'm warning you
We on the move
Bunch of female dogs and garden
house
Always got a cordless mic in my back pouch
Out, all night, like insomniacs
But did you die, Good times, yeah, I promised that
Took a bunch of phone
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
a bunch of gold balls, but we ain't the Lakers
Hey bitches, stay lickin' my necklace
And I ain't even put the dumb bitch in the guest list
That's what you
a bunch of gold balls, but we ain't the Lakers
Hey bitches, stay lickin' my necklace
And I ain't even put the dumb bitch in the guest list
That's what you
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