Lyrics:
sleep on us they're sawing logs we could take them build a house
We've been smoking all our trees let's get by another Oz
Nother' round
Another round for
7th street yeah right on olive
In a super sports car engine by the backseat
They ain't one of ours so its fuck em' if you ask me
Really 4PF blue strips
There's a letter at my mother's house,
Came with a floded flag.
It said Right now, I'm coming home in a body bag.
It's a pride and a pain
That are
99 Bottles of Beer Lyrics BY: D-Black
1st verse
I knew this player name Heineken his Boy Corona/
Old foster ran a juke joint on the corner/
Colors
Bobby was 14, his parents died when he was young
He lives with his aunt and uncle on their farm
Now Bobby's 16, it seems he's found himself a girl
B-B-B-B-Bassy
Kick it back in the house in pajamas
Watching the Obamas talk about my problems
(And I)
I smoke the best shit grown by my partners
either you're a boy or a girl they predetermine your sex
Before you were even born they plan your murder and death
To make sure you never make it to your
(Brrr)
Change a bitch life when she
Layin' with a hustler
Had the same attitude when I
Was playin' with a onion (Uh, huh)
Your girl ask for cash
You might
fatal
He died right there upon the kitchen table BLAOW
It happened all alone in his house
Not a creature was stirrin, not a roach or a mouse
And I
Okay now they say home is where the hate is
Pulling up, "Hi, haters!"
I know, I've been on a hiatus
Caught up in the lights I've been blinded by
ya ass off
Whassup white girl?
Drink, smoke, party ya ass off
You know you ain't got no ass to party off
But fuck it, we'll work wit'chu, it's Tha
all that shit back in the day
It's total, total lack of self-respect on his part man
[Verse 1]
Surrounded by all these little piggies
Round a pool
when you dead or on lock, that's when that balling stops
[Chorus: x4]
Born gutter, another raised by a single mother
Had to struggle, youngest
range from us dancing real close
To you catching me with those other girls
I'd warn you empty White Claws and
Crusty socks riddle the floor
But seeing
fatal
He died right there upon the kitchen table blaow
It happened all alone in his house
Not a creature was stirrin', not a roach or a mouse
And I
shit, nigga (yo, DD in the house)
I ain't forget ya (Drunken Dragon)
There's too many tables for you to fuck with me
Uh, uh, keep it real
(Manchus,
look of fulfillment
Well it stretched across his face
Thought about his new life
Maybe he'd find himself a girl share
A flat and a mattress
Sure, they'd
shit, nigga (yo, DD in the house)
I ain't forget ya (Drunken Dragon)
There's too many tables for you to fuck with me
Uh, uh, keep it real
(Manchus,
He died right there upon the kitchen table BLAOW
It happened all alone in his house
Not a creature was stirrin, not a roach or a mouse
And I was
Listen good this is God talking
Talk about designers I’m the God model
God speed so the movement everlasting
God seed so every girl around me here
good and chilling life is a cook out
These days on birthdays we pull the suits out
Dinner table long enough to fit inside of two house
Keep your nose
you that I ain't no punk
And you know that I'm fateful (Uh)
By the way that I lay low (Uh) you would think that
I stay on house arrest they do daily
never be bolder
I'm lifted up by my love for you
She's got a heart filled with heaven
A girl you wanna defend and
Do everything for her that you can do
I
right there upon the kitchen table BLAOW
It happened all alone in his house
Not a creature was stirrin, not a roach or a mouse
And I was just with him,
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