Lyrics:
I ain't gonna call Hank Williams Junior Junior anymore
Even though I know what all his daddy done before
Hank weighs close to 200 pounds and he
Detached from life it goes by
I'm in the stu all i do is get high
You try to hit me up yea i won't try
Sorry girl left a tear in my eye
Detached
You’ll learn them all by the time we’re through!
Montgomery, Alabama,
Juneau, Alaska,
Phoenix, Arizona,
Little Rock, Arkansas
Sacramento, California,
to get you elevated
While you just skate by in life, your life is just being wasted
And all I have to do is just sit back and picture your face
And rhymes
From Detroit, Texas, to Orleans, to M-I-A
Alabama, Cash-ville or Atlanta, GA
They damn the do, I mean they do the damn thang
Down South raw, can't
rhymes
A year went by
I focused my thoughts on
Jottin' life through the lens
Of someone who had fell
But wouldn't lose a fight
Regrouped and proved he
forgive you, just ride with this album. Spread it like COVID
BADrecords spans all genres but tonight you're getting nothing but that gangster shit
Here in
sand
Take a train, to Rome, or home
Brazil, for real
Wherever I go she goes
Wherever I go she goes
So let's keep it, real
All in together, free
sand
Take a train, to Rome, or home
Brazil, for real
Wherever I go she goes
Wherever I go she goes
So let's keep it, real
All in together, free
Hook:
Draggin’ all them bags
Draggin’ all them bags
Draggin’ all them bags
Draggin’ all them bags
Draggin’ all them bags
Draggin’ all them bags
'Cause this road I've traveled has been
Long and full of heartache
But the heartache's gone when nobody's around
When them Hollywood lights all go dim
Jay-Z Talking:
Turn the lights even lower!
Hovah
Memphis Bleek
Beanie Seigels (uh huh)
Roc-a-fella y'all (yeah yeah)
DMX: Jigga, my nigga, rhyme all
That she won tickets to see
The Chili Peppers play
On Ellis Island
And it was for the release
Of their new album
By the Way
And she won the tickets
By
Let's begin
What where why or when
Will all be explained
Why destruction is a game
See I'm not insane
In fact I'm kind of rational
doin' 25 to life is a roadblock
Welcome to my last album, Nip, time to close shot
Twenty million dollars actin' broke, nigga (broke, nigga)
All you
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
straight out of Alabama
Yeah, that side of town with the bootleggin' to minors, hammers
Flip flop on the paint job like your mama's sandals
Prepared, got
He had us doing all the work but was keeping the biggest slice
Took a while to catch on, to what homey was doing
But by the time we did, all
but was keeping the biggest slice
Took a while to catch on, to what homey was doing
But by the time we did, all the paperwork was in ruins
Nigga kept
October all over again
Flying up and falling down
October all over again
Sun is out but all is dark
Time goes by, time goes by, but I am still here
,
Potato grips all in the name of the chips
Push a whoopi-cushion mag, let it rip
Tony Hawk all in my wallet, by gollie, I'm taking these stacks
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the queen of flowing mountains to the south bells by the moor
She's mighty tall
preparin them
Certified lyrical delegates are all the sound-ions,
Rebellions under one banner for new milleniums
The south is certified its so good like
[SPM] -
South Park from the heart jump start
The game everybody in my hood selling
Crack cocane
[Hook]
On my block everything goes (goes)
Diamond
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