Lyrics:
90s baby
Kquame just lost trial so I'm
Cryin' thinkin' bout Miss Tracy 8 died
Lotta niggas cryin' bout Lil Lawrence Davis
And you know karma do to all
might have been
No we'll never know
What might have been
(this song is actually by Little Texas, not Tracy Lawrence)
Chyeah, Renegades is back, Em the beat is sick
It's Young, Freeway, Eight miles
Let's go
Eight miles and runnin', got my seventh album droppin'
you pulled me from hades
My soul redeemed
we were down town Florence
And I was too drunk to drive
So we sang Tracy Lawrence
Under the Marquee sign
Lawrence
Why you ain't answering my calls like I'm not important
Cali Bear these niggas want my plate trynna steal my porage
My brotha gone got memories like
Hey Mr Samuel
This is Tracy from Farm town Corporate
Just letting you know we have your Application and we're going to
Pull it on file
We don't
Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Tracy Lawrence
Some people pile in the church on Sunday
To talk to the man upstairs
Some people drown in a fifth
a pocketful of nothing but some 90s country songs
Give ya Tracy Lawrence, Tracy Byrd, and Travis Tritt a try
It's a John Michael Montgomery or a Chestnut
George Strait's gonna kick us off his George Strait Tour
I'd call Tracy Lawrence but he's in the next cell beside me
My cellmate thinks I'm sexy
My
Y'all think I need to silence
I think I need some violence
Y'all think about me when y'all see that lightning strikin
Tracy Lawrence wrist, I got this
Tracy Lawrence but he's in the next cell beside me
My cellmate thinks I'm sexy
on
To some
George Jones George Strait Tracy Lawrence
And Ol' Hank
Naw they ain't just bad to the bone
They're Badass
Hell yes
I just call it like I see it I
the baddest bitch gay y'all
Like stacy, damn, she was eatin' tracy's ass
At this other lady's pad
To get it on I had to call up desert storm
My cut-throats scar
offended by this, but that's the market y'all missed
That's the target I'll hit
And that's the heart of my pitch
I wanna do this whole thing different
What
(Hit-Boy)
A divine creature, ran through dimes, divas
I turned blocks to beaches
By the time you see us, we just turned tides even
Cuban chain,
albums was a classic but don't nobody know
So was Son Of A Vet just to let you fuckers know
Huh
Me and Tracy's Son connect
Two of the best
From east coast
Before i go id like to say a few things. this album was completed on january 15th 1991. By now the war has probably started and a whole bunch
a gritty fiend for,
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
recordin my album, send in producers with wack tracks
And DAT's, messin up my whole format
Can you imagine somethin on the kneeboard with Con-Funk-Shun?
new one form Tracy Chapman
My man Paris with a brand new album
Yossour N Dour, Black Uhuru, Living Color, Vinx, Foley
Chaka Kahn, Follow 4 Now, KRS One
employed by Patron
Yea ya boys in a zone
And you can tell by tone
That i feel I'm the best and no I'm not alone
I gotta squad right behind me like the old
Hello, my name is Mac Lethal
And thank you for your
PurchaseThis album is best served
With a delicious glass
Of Grand Crew or Wild Flemish
For all
backboards bitch
I ain't talking basketball, I'm dunking dick off in a bitch
I'm like Lebron wit this shit. Been doing it since a jit
Lawrence Taylor wit da
Eatin’ food you can’t pronounce
Crembulet by the ounce
While my brothers do the counts
Feelin’ like a king
I got too many crowns
My flow sting
Cause I got
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