Lyrics:
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
We is screamin' through the valley
Where the Nishnabotna flows
Through the mud and crud and cornfields
Where
Mae bys Mari Ann wedi brifo
A Dafydd y gwas ddim ond iach
Mae baban yn y crud yn crio
A'r gath wedi scramo Joni bach
Sosban fach yn berwi ar y tan
They hear W.O.T say, "Crud" and slide through
Too bad, got it burnin' again
I just hit your one, it don't make no sense
Coulda picture me swervin'
don't talk crud
But I'm not a dickhead
But you can't take crud to niggas on crud
And that's how I know you're a dickhead
You don't like me 'cah
like they know me
They don't know how my past got me on crud
Think they better but they never ever show me
It's just weird how they hate when they show
Television's your evil eye - cables sputing filthy crud
Television is a pig sty - wallowing in real life mud
Television's your evil eye - wanking off to sex
Mae bys Mari Ann wedi brifo
A Dafydd y gwas ddim ond iach
Mae baban yn y crud yn crio
A'r gath wedi scramo Joni bach
Sosban fach yn berwi ar y tan
doing, what I'm doing is irrelevant
Plus you know I'm shottin' on the low, the police have intelligence
And you know I've got the glove on in the crud, I
(Crud)
Know what I'm sayin'?
We don't do no motherfuckin' playin' 'round here (Sebz Beats, baby)
Know what I'm sayin'? We shake spots, get guap
her hair. -
- Uttering butter king jewels -
- His mudda been cool -
- Schooled on how to wash away the crud in the drool pool -
La magia entre mis
Cause you're filled with crud
Not sure where it goes
Not sure if I'm on
I'll swim through the river
Straight to the Amazon yeah!
I fell into the river
Man are like wait till I catch you
Catch me better catch bus
C r u d
Mans on crud
Too much dirt it’s mud
Man get splashed and rushed
I might gun lean
cheap man this life ain't fair
Man we gon smoke alot of crud we gon put it in the air
Man this life ain't cheap man this life ain't fair
We gon smoke
I'm drinkin on lean and I drive
Me and my bro we get high, you bet not fuck up our vibe
Mary Jane yeah that's my lover, smokin on crud on you suckas
he caught em with no Heat
And made em catch a cold
Yea
So how you living
Thug?
Just got another bag from Sosa
This some different crud
We at the spot
What is that that you smokin? that is not the crud
What is that, that you showing? that Is not the love
What is that, that you on? that is not what's
heart half of your stresses
You are just a snakey lover, lover, lover
You're just on crud don’t bother, bother bother
You are an opp no wonder wonder,
96 murders in my city
Already
Niggas goon crud
Or u talkin to them ppl
Head full steam
Meet the iron of the eagle
It's wild
How your own partnas
Can
But I told her only want the crud
Just want all of dat CRUD
She just wanna fuck in da ass
I aint got time fo dat
Hit the road
Go get dat cash
One day
feud
Survey says you got it screwed
You are my blood but I'll get real crud
We flood the block they flock for this rock
Ouuu yeah ouuu ouuu no we not
Imma hustler
All around money getter
Out the mud smoking crud
They wasn’t fuckin wit me
Yea
Imma hustler
All around money getter
Out the mud
And they say they on crud they ain't
Spinning like us
And we are taking your bitch yh she Leaving with us
3fortiori cause Nina with us
Call me picasso in her
And I don't share it with her
Awwoo
Creeping through the crud
Creeping through the crud
Crawl inside that zit and sleep
Crawl inside that zit and sleep
of the claps and the figure
And now another act want a trigger
Crud
Eject that gimmick
See the way they get racks with it
Like they wanna vex man spirit
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