Lyrics:
Better be grape and it better be white owls
Yeah I'm feeling great and I be here for hours
Know you running late smoking more of the flowers
Know I'm
He a clown, he a marlin, I'm a great white
Got the rap game locked down, keep it air tight
Bitch I only fuck dimes, call it dippin dots
Yeah I'm really
dirty money out and now we tax
Lotto wine cigarettes and death
Lead them all down into the Great Salt Mines
Under Lake Erie Where it's black and white
the city is plunged into darkness
By an unpredicted rolling blackout
The White House always blames the governor
Sayin' 'The solution is to vote him out'"
the city is plunged into darkness
By an unpredicted rolling blackout
The White House always blames the governor
Sayin' 'The solution is to vote him out'"
Ladies and gentlemen.. Fre-fre-fre-fresh!
T.I.P., aye!
I know a lot of y'all niggaz out there,
Man who ain't up on this down south shit
what?
Skirr donuts i`m (soooo serious)
(Mack 10)
I don`t talk about it
I be about it
I drive by
& bust heat about it
In the front page you`ll
In 1863 it was the Great Emancipate
But freedom was restricted by the wickedness of hate
By 19 double 0 they called it separate but equal
Then sliced
home
And we'll ride in my buggy
Take me 'cross the Indian waves
And we'll swim with the great whites
(But you can still think back to) the wild
talkin' now the feds say I'm insane
A psych said I'm gonna fumble
Down along the planner
And then his son told me
"Put down the drink dawg"
I got the rinse
gotta go pro once
Hit him wit the shotgun call that shit the stop button
Call me doctor car-ter aka young wild nigga
Aka no trial nigga AK click clack
to be black
And some black people look ashamed when I rap
Like my great granddaddy didn't take a whip to the back
Not accepted by the black
turns
Some of us can't even pay med bills for our health runs
And more doctors travel every year
We are plagued by other fears
You see it everywhere we
a bitch's brain
Can't be affected by the great depression
This country is in a recession, I reckon
So let me give yo ass a funky lesson
Never let
This song isn't encouragement
Rather, it's a song disguised as a lesson of do's and do not's
I want to make sure that you do not travel down my road,
Im talking Civil War generals, Edison the inventor
Tear down Shaq at the Staples Center
Dr. Seuss is gone, and all of Looney Toons
The sun is offended
He was just an old country doctor
In a little Kentucky town
Fame and fortune had passed him by
But we never saw him frown
As day by day in his
a lil' nap
Dumb bitch, gave him the claps
Then he had to go see Dr. Bombay
Got a shot in the ass, and he was on his way
To make some money, why
of dreams
Long late nights really scattered my mind
Yellow tape fights use to shatter my blinds
Selling great white really staggered my grind
You risk your
inside
Every great man has fallen down and done some dirt
Some will try to hide their past they think it is a curse
You're only left with memories when we
I get my dick sucked at least once a day because my doctor said I'll live longer
(Damn, so you going to let me die, that's crazy)
Baby come and give
to the doctor, need a new brain
Letting down my hair, readjusting the antenna
Feeling kinda weird, seeing messages in henna
Vanilla, cow tails right before dinner
source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine
closer I am to fine
I went to see the doctor of philosophy
With a poster of Rasputin and a beard down
ways, with His grace
I'm remade
I've been saved
I've been
I've been saved
Dr. Egg on the beat
I'm sitting down and I'm taking notes
Life is great Brady is
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