Lyrics:
'd have to be a pest
Politicians only took my words for jest
Until one day they saw in the distance
Women marching heading a resistance
President Wilson
law
Strange are the ways of fate
For the government crawled to the mine owner's call
That the judge was appointed by the state
Yes, The judge was
‘Cause it's a, country chiller, redneck flotilla yeah
kind of party lasts all afternoon
Just down the road a way
well there's an ol' waterway
ya
Bush? He on the way out and everything
but I think we need a goodbye for his ass
Uh-huh
See-ya!
Awright, what about Ross Perot and the good ol
it up, throw it up
[WC]
Fuck talkin, I`m chalkin niggas, best ta get ta walkin
It`s The Shadiest, Charlie Hustle and my nigga the Chickenhawk in
the life of the party
The same old good-time Charlie
Friday night I get to buzzin'
'Til I'm feelin' nothin'
Drinkin' 2-for-1s way past two
By
finger o
The way you dey do, dey Make me feel say you be Player
Charlie eh!
This your love o
Nawa!
Nawa!
Bobo eh!
This your love o
Nawa!
Nawa!
Because I
bill
movin up to first class I wonder how that jet feel
Disrespected by the last offer probably curve the next deal
I'm from where they still pop them
the girls that's in love with theyself
This for all the girls that done did it by theyself
This for all the girls that's I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T
This for all
The ways of this community
Now I ain't lookin for the cities support
I know you gotta pick-up K Street and fix up Sutters Fort
since 1849; the Golden
Stone cold I might be drunk on the scene
Lo mein
Crystal clean
Yea Charlie sheen
Uh
Hold weight in the safe trynna see what that brings
No way ain't no
a way for me to change?
Or am I just a victim of things I did to maintain?
I need a place to rest my head
With the little bit of homeboys that remains,
de-real a ho
In ya top piece, suburb mart, ya not street
I know fools from Wilson that'll whack ya, ya got beef
Used to go to Skate King back when bangin
by noon
Charlie's black cat with a bad time tune
Sad to see things that were kind
I'm no Has-been's clever child
Well of wishing, want you more
Than
stretch
My nigga, listen, I'm blessed (blessed)
I'm Russell Wilson how I wiggle through duress
Nigga, picture me stressed, my nigga (picture that nigga)
the way that you sound (Sound)
Can we go another round? (Round)
You got cake by the pound (Pound)
I'm tryna take you down
In the land of lust, the land
law
Strange are the ways of fate
For the government crawled to the mine owner's call
That the judge was appointed by the state
Yes, The judge was
And ironically, when you do it that way
More people end up saved
I paved my way by scrapin' it
You ain't never seen a nigga
Like me, if you did
I guarantee they was
Lemme holla at 'em Uncle Charlie, Yeah)
Thank God for another day
While they were hatin' on me
He done found another way
I know that trouble all
The pen, the sword, in accord
I got a taste for both
Original blows are critical
Rarely play the tropes
I live my life by the way
The one that I
My woman says it's a dog gone shame the way
Some men bring their wives money
And furs and jewelry and I come home
Ain't got a dime and smellin' like
They like to say I'm way too cold
Tae Spill
Way too cold
Pressure Professor back once again
I'm way too cold
Please pay attention to the lecture
where time stood still, and the work it would never end
In that rice field in the distance up around the bend
Charlie died in that rice field, one day
My dearest Jodie
I am humiliated by my weakness
And my impotence
But, Jodie, I can change
I'll prove to you
That I can change
With one brave,
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