Lyrics:
Shadowville Speedway Blues
In a taxi watching a sporting house
Beside a Linwood vacant lot
Silverdollar moon portspotting
Constellation like
put on his brand new hat, took his gal for a ride
Get out of the way you chippies and chumps the devil is on my side
Stagolee went to the sporting house
went to the sporting house locked it with a key
Said "All you whores don't you open your doors by nobody else but me"
Stagolee does any damn thing he
to the right
Not for niggas in tight ass jeans and penny loafers
But highly recommended for nigaas sporting
Khakis, house shoes and locs
[Kokane]
Oh my
then make rapport
I'm short for sure but up the score
In ocean view walk up the shore
By houses sporting double doors
Just asked my mans if he want
Wrap you up in a beach towel
Carry you over the sand
Little sparrow you
Rolled your ankle—gotta watch where you land
Big house sporting a bay
out my pad and paper
And calculate my algebra
I just wanna go outside and skate.
Catch you later mom
To the court house, where I go
Sporting some baggy
got more balls than a sporting goods store
Go a kill a track, now I'm bored, hit the shore
Yeah, I make big waves like it's high tide, uh
Come hop in my
tonight
Girl you are so hot in this light
It's getting me so high
You look so gorgeous
Sporting your new dress
She says
"You make me feel so good let's
Ouch, come fuck with us we
The realest in the South (In the south)
Cross the line then Recky go
Tape up your house (Up your house)
All that cocaine
Brando house
Yeah uh
Look it here mami
Los playaz' han llegado
I've been through a lot see
Los playaz' han llegado
I'm sporting black Versace
Los
dead!
I want his family dead, I want his house burnt to the ground!
I wanna go there in the middle of the night, I wanna piss on his ashes!
Used to have
I saw the flash, I heard the crash
I took the fall but I've got my porkpie hat
I lost the job, I lost the house
I lost it all but I've got my
Meet me at the border
Bring plenty of water
All I got are the clothes on my back
I'm in a gray t-shirt under this black backpack
I'll be sporting my
ideas are mine when I begin to write in my sleep I'll be thinking
'bout beats and getting on the mic and busting some treats and
Sporting the crazy
gone kill some more
(Say never know when it could be you)
Murda mo, niggas, gone kill some more
(They leave yo house and don't come back)
Murda mo
As the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed.
The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling --
But the master of the house is far away.
The horses
of doors
Man, you're big enough to be an athlete so
You ever play any sports?
Just a little figure skating
Why don't you come up to the house and
Play some
a house nigga, so you don't know
How that shit go with my big lips and my big nose
And my big dick and my short hair
Cuz' you already know how slow my
it's a girl they sit the salty water skin 1439 liver pool streets
I feel some release smiling behind her smiling in air conditioning house
Do you want
an ounce
A year later bought a house
And survived all sorts of droughts
I'm the talk of the town
And I can see niggas walking around
Sporting a frown i'm
wasn't that fast it was like a V6
But anyways she was one of those
Hoes in highschool with the cornrows
Size 5 Jordans, Rolex sporting
And wanna fight
will rise and you won't be surprised
When your whole house smells like your wet dog...
When it's grey in L.A. it's much better that way,
It reminds you
better off with a nice girl
Than a woman who had money
To stay awake the whole long night
Wouldn't it be fine to be sporting with her
Instead
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