Lyrics:
of dynamite
Waitin to blow sky high in the chutes,
I pull my rig up tight wrap my hand suicide,
Like every time before,
Pull my hat down low, move up on my
Army,
Facing my in-laws,
Five months of bills,
Sending Christmas cards,
Oh, Jeez!
I'm trying to rig up these lights!
And finding a Christmas tree.
Break and entering
Trespassing on the premises
Pills in circulation
Not the mellow shit not the mellow shit
Generator pumping up the mega rig
rig!)
Wake up in the morning and get outta bed
That boss man's voice a-ringin' in your head
Sayin' whatcha do for money?
Way out West where the cactus
Nikes
Maybe New Balance
I accept the challenge
I need good shoes
For this Marathon
Blessings
To Slauson
Grab a bottle
Of moscato
Pour it up
Rig the lotto
Put a lil shatter in my rig heat it up Iʼm the motherfucking dab man
Got weed got pounds got hash I donʼt need it Iʼm the motherfucking dab man
If
Five months of bills
Sending Christmas cards
"Aw geez"
"I'm trying to rig up these lights!"
And finding a Christmas tree
The eighth thing
Killing shit rigor mortis
So it's not rig-up
Might body anybody
now they sewed stitch up
How you really bout it if ya raps not brave?
If you bout it
Be
Oh, geez!
I'm tryin' to rig up these lights!
And finding a Christmas tree
The eighth thing at Christmas that such a pain to me:
I WANNA TRANSFORMER FOR
good ole country sounds
Whining steel guitars and fiddles ringing
And the Honkytonk truck drivers back in town
When he pulls his diesel rig up
to buck
I like to get drunk and then fuck
You don't funk
You don't bump
Then we can never ever fucking fuck
Load it up, rig it up, load it up, rig it up
rig, up and down the road
Or the one out in the warehouse, bringing in the load
Or the waitress, the mechanic, the policeman on patrol
For everyone
rig, up and down the road
Or the one out in the warehouse, bringing in the load
Or the waitress, the mechanic, the policeman on patrol
For everyone
rig, up and down the road
Or the one out in the warehouse, bringing in the load
Or the waitress, the mechanic, the policeman on patrol
For everyone
me
So I can rig up a hit and get paid easily
People, gather round listen to flow
Yo, so I can prove, that I'm the true Solo
Too many suckers, have bit
the rig
Fruity pebbles and some High C distillate
Layer Cake the fattest blunt you ever seen
Sour Punch and LA Con, add some Hash to light it up
Sugar Wax
Just holding your hand is like making love
Just standing next to you is like making love
So let's tie our shirts together and rig up a sail
Just want
I know the whole deal on you tramps[4x]
[Verse 1 - Numskull&Yukmouth]
I got the 411 on you stunts
Ho's rig me up or rig me up, only once
My
happened to me now
Just holding your hand is like making love
Just standing next to you is like making love
So let's tie our shirts together and rig up
hand is like making love
Just standing next to you is like making love
So let's tie our shirts together and rig up a sail
Just want to do the things
the clocker
But it's just nine miles to Forkers Leap
And if you ain't afraid to race that heap
We'll see how that ol' rig holds up against a super jogger
Race
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12-13-14-15-16-17-18
Wheels on a big rig;
And they're rollin' rollin' rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'.
(Mighty fine, good buddy, let's back the big rig on up now!)
of a looter, you just a grabber
The Ruger's the giver, you just a haver
When my niggas rig up, your niggas rag up
I dig up a hill just for niggas to drag up
You
as fuck, really bra, rig em up
All you taught never tell know doctors gotta stitch em up, pick em up
To stop all his kids from dying
Tell the truth to his
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