Lyrics:
drunk bastard
Here, take your keys, go boozin' up Gratiot
I hate you guys, you ain't my friends
Look what you just did to my mom's eight by tens
Now
enough so no time to lose
By now you know that only true love never dies
Just like mine
Take to heart, Ronnie's Samba
Love it back, Ronnie's Samba
You'll make a lunch,
You overgrown chipmunk
Squirrel
I'll skin ya hide,
And make a hat when it's dry
Squirrel
(Deadgum Earl, Ronnie Milsap could shoot
My usual guess is that they chose to digress
Disillusioned by greed, causin you to distress
Just do what's best, clean house, leave out
Them punks
Knocking pictures off your wall, when I pass by your house
Know your spouse is your trojan, if you love her than get her
Cause she stuck on a G, like a god
Knocking pictures off your wall, when I pass by your house
Know your spouse is your trojan, if you love her than get her
Cause she stuck on a G, like a god
Knocking pictures off your wall, when I pass by your house
Know your spouse is your trojan, if you love her than get her
Cause she stuck on a G, like a god
I put a fishing rod by your bed
Right next to a Bible
I leaned a guitar in the corner of your room
With some Milsap on vinyl
I figured the best
this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame type killing in the game
Hot music
Raised by game
Where niggas ain't fazed by fame
Come
this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame type killing in the game
Hot music
Raised by game
Where niggas ain't fazed by fame
Come
Ladies and gentlemen
A man after my own heart a true Dubliner
Put your hands together for Mr Ronnie Drew
As I went outthrough Dublin City
the hurdle
His peers shed tears senior year when he got murdered
Now Alberto was your average A student
Participated in class,
Never came late
And never
killed my brother
They killed my woadie
They got me up late sittin' by the window with my 40
Long live Ronnie B, long live TD
The streets so dirty
I
bearer at
Ronnie's funeral such is the Duality of the
Southern Thing And Bear Bryant wore a cool
Lookin' red checkered hat and won football
Games
I'm taking wins
Pillow fight with your bitch, shirts vs skins
I don't make songs bitch, Gravy make hymns
Lit with yo' bitch, got the Ronnie
pallbearer at Ronnie's funeral.
Such is the duality of the southern thing.
Bear Bryant wore a cool lookin' red checkered hat and won football games
Dialogue: Picture this where it all started was back in Boston, Mass. Some time ago (believe that) and by reopening the doors to all youth a little
floor
Do what you like
Gotta scoop me up one of these hotties
Come on here, baby, give me that body
You ain't never met a brother like Ronnie
Or had fun
Now Leonard and Cravy and old Ronnie
Rosland were sitting two tables away. So we did what we thought hippies would do when we noticed them lookin' our
Ronnie
Or had fun with a player like Commie
[Verse 1: Dante Santiago]
Ooh, girl I like the way you move
Let me whisper in your ear and get close to you
in this game is as big as us
If it is, you can tell 'em, we don't give a fuck
I gotta, hit 'em hard like Ronnie Lott
Defended by Johnny Coch'
What is a nightmare?
The dictionary tells us it is a terrifying dream
A nightmare
I used to think I had bad luck, but I wasn't superstitious
What is a nightmare?
The dictionary tells us it is a terrifying dream
A nightmare
I used to think I had bad luck, but I wasn't superstitious
even bought her dinner
I started the game on a bench with splinters
(Oh)
Beggin' your coach, let you play for a minute
The last seconds of the game
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