Lyrics:
“Yanked Down Under” I’m in thirteen ‘B’ the “N. Y. non-stop to L.A.” When I spy this lady layin’ tracks strayin’ over my way First she shoots me
They know I had that yeeky when the pigs yanked me It ain't nothin', just a bail bond away, baby Handles with the rock, no pump fakin' Beyond
find you something small to use Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon Yanked you now, pow Now here comes the march of the boy brigade A McCar
sunk, reached down Yanked it up, slapped it on my head All the people gather Fly to carry each his burden, we are young despite the years We are
sunk, reached down Yanked it up, slapped it on my head All the people gather Fly to carry each his burden, we are young despite the years We are
You're not supposed to smoke and rap, but fuck it Let's smoke and rap! Haha! Yah! Bastards! All Hail Vagina I got yanked out of one and ever since
enough I yanked the cord Want off this bus I'm over this Put out the spliff Hang up the phone and block me I'm letting go I've had enough I yanked the cord
April Fool's, April first You got pranked (April first) it was a joke You got yanked (Did it hurt?) You got joked on (Jerky) You got poked on (Pokey, yuh
what we were given We are bound by this river Cast like a fly Floating on the current til we're yanked up to the sky Do you sit and wonder, about
Step like I should! I steps like a real should Papered but still hood, we whip it and feel good Aye, we makin' your bitches feel good Yanked it
Step like I should! I steps like a real should Papered but still hood, we whip it and feel good Aye, we makin' your bitches feel good Yanked it
on top of the ranks, yuh Ooh, what? Fill in the blanks Your clout is gonna get yanked, yuh (Yanked) How does it feel to lose? Cause I got no clue, woah
the hooks go in A sudden latching Of my cell door Hooded figures Advance upon me Bag tossed on my head Yanked up to my feet Pummeled in the ribs Then
can't make my eyes rain How come, how come? Yanked straight from my naps, dead on my comb When my cradle hit the flo' Tender head, my genes on swole Yea,
When the rope cround my waist Yanked me through the window Smashing the store front When the rope cround my waist Yanked me through the window Smashing
Yanked his face mask but they ain't call a flag Ain't called a flag cuz this bitch ain't a game Popping these hoes I been going insane Don't know these
really for really Yo bitch yanked the willy So willy nilly Yeah for really for really Though whats the dealio Yo baby mama actin' like a silly hoe Oh no I
out for break, and smoke down a pound! These pallets are getting tanked, cause' im fucking cranked! Oh shit, my bad, I guess I'm getting yanked
thought you were a dream Until you opened your mouth And those words fell out Yanked me back from slippin' through Yanked me back from slippin' through
Bitch im being frank you ain't in my ranks you pussies get yanked for real I fuck up the bank for real I'm puffing on dank that piffer that stank I'm
never gonna let me win And I tried to hold my tongue But you, you yanked it from my grip Bathed it in petroleum, lit a cigarette and gave it a kiss
One of the reasons I looked up to him crazy I used to love to play my demo tape when the system yanked Felt like I was almost signed when the shit got
One of the reasons I looked up to him crazy I used to love to play my demo tape when the system yanked Felt like I was almost signed when the shit got
can't do rap For it's Abstract, original You can't get your own and that's, pitiful I know I'd be the man if I cold yanked the plug On R&B, but I
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