Lyrics:
Poppin' up, poppin' down
Burrowing, making their funny little sounds
Guarding the ground and rooting all around
Watch your dry bones in the prairie
drown
Wouldn't none of those Frenchmen care
Everybody gather 'round
Loosen up your suspenders
Hunker down on the ground
I'm a cracker
And you are
mashed up on the glass, I gotta big ol' Lac
A nigga coming down with blue and purple
Coming down with the 5th in the back
And I'm feelin so true
Got much
mashed up on the glass, I gotta big ol' Lac
A nigga coming down with blue and purple
Coming down with the 5th in the back
And I'm feelin so true
Got much
I stay with my hitters
Ride around, we pull up and shoot
No time for the acting, we about action, give you the blues
I am the captain, team
For my hometown, break down a little history for you
Myrtle and Broadway, Roosevelt projects, Marcy projects
Listen
I stepped on the field from no
'cuz this fucking buiz is guarded
By dumb shitheads who think their bliss is getting placarded
I infect those fucks, watch 'em cough up blood
God damn
Hustlers getting dough sitting low on the 6
Blazing up the ambro glow over they wrist
Hop in the game knowing the risk
Still down to load up they clip
did some awful crimes
I'm Seto Kaiba nuts are dragging cross her blue eyes
My wallet drip Is like King James, I keep rain
I stay a stack and I win
to go!
Uh!
If I pull up with a Babysitter
That's gon' be an enormous scandal
I could have me a Polish soufflé
And still might want me an Asian roommate
True blue (true blue)
'Cause I'm a jungle brother (jungle brother)
True blue (true blue)
Every day, all day, it goes down like this
(The jbeez,
down, bitch, take this dick, it's gon' be painless
Syke, bitch, I'm Jason Luv
Bitch, you know you a fiend when you chasing drugs
Made a hundred off
down it's going down
Blue band by zero
Zero by zero is around
What goes around
Goes around and around
And around and around
Mzuka sound
To the world
fat stomachs in the limousines
Mixtapes by wack DJ's adds doo doo play
I'm on the turnpike, the city drifting down the highway
Like a mirage,
Wake up in the morning and it's back to this shit
I do this shit for kicks for the kids with wrist slits
I'm sick of it sick of explaining it's not
resume
Ion do no dissing we put shit down in the grave
We caught lil buddy slippin left em on the interstate
Whole city kno we did it we put four up in his
your Wheaties cause I'm showing up to fight
I be in all heart like an Instagram like
Playing head games, I major the syke
This a major insight, I was
doin bad
So I get my cash and I act mad
I mashed up on the gas, I gotta big ol' Lac
A nigga comin down with blue and purple
Comin down with a 5th in
nerves
Got me feeling so blue
All she want is the green
That is why she is so blue
My heart turning cold
That my blood turning blue
If you run up on me
The walk's by faith
The lone wolf dies
How am I gonna follow you
With blue man ears
And snow blind eyes?
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
up on the gas, I gotta big ol' Lac
A nigga comin down with blue and purple
Comin down with a 5th in the back
And Im feelin so true
Got much love for my
it
Most of the town tings too basic
Count up blue bills, blue faces
Turn it around girl, then shake it
Never really been a fan of hype
I'm just in
screwed
Fuck it I'm going acoustic (Syke)
Blue balls never got 'em ever
Cus god damn a nigga is too clever
I barely beat it no Michael Jackson
I'm
Hop in the game knowing the risk
Still down to load up they clip
Gamblers with hopes of rolling the trip
But when you hear head crack there ain't no
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