Lyrics:
Hahahah
P A Bitch Pay Attention
Nigga you could get wet wet wet wet
Nigga you could get wet wet wet wet
This chain on my neck wet
That bitch in my
music's hokey
Said, "You can't dance to it and all the songs are sad"
I cocked my eyebrow and said, "You must be joking"
Ain't no excuse for having taste
in the Home not of the free.
4. The way that this is go-in', my money they keep blowin'
cnd all that wasteful spending is so wrong, don't you see.
I
the keys
And I got Jackson Cannery
Millionaires and millrats
Live side by side
Messed up my brother's mind
He's far from earth
Tell me what's he
bad now she's gone for life
But I still think about her when it's late at night, true
Wait, I got something to say
All my ex live in Texas like I’m
attraction
Any ole dance will do
We like all the Jacksons
Janet, Michael, Tito, Stonewall, Jessie, Reggie, Alan too
Its hip hop and honky tonk
We can bust
lost my mind
Trying to waste my time
She just another damn ex in line
Mustve lost my mind
Trying to waste my time
She just another damn ex in line
There
the necklace (Yeah)
Got a white girl named Alexis (Yeah)
Then I met her down in Texas (Ayy)
I-I was piped up at the South by Southwest
I met a girl, but my girl
can't lose, we loose, we Goose'd up, baby
My baby do it like she tryna pay her rent
(Ooh-woo, ooh-ooh-woo)
East L.A., live in the Wood, I feel like
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Hit my plug from cali it touch down on sum Bo Jackson Shit
Yea yea
Yeah bitch aint no point in stoppin it
Her pussy I been
she a sheisty-ass ho
She fuckin up my hood
She won't let my people go (go)
They comin up fast
But all the fiends die slow (slow)
I ain't Jesse Jackson
find I'm still hiding shit
I can feel the hole in my heart grow
Holding rope in hand saying no more
Before Jack and Alan told me come o'er
Still telling
I'm still hiding shit
I can feel the hole in my heart grow
Holding rope in hand saying no more
Before Jack and Alan told me come o'er
Still telling lies
mighty for maricons
I might as well put all my killers in YSL
Put my voice on this microphone, put you pussy niggas through hell
Hell's fire, I never lie,
cross my mind at the rodeo
Each year when the harvest is over
Remember that big Oak you carved my name it it's soul
There by the fork in the road
Now in
Cocaine, Whiskey and Dark Black Coffee
That's all I need to fuel my weary mind
There's miles and mile between the Honky Tonks in Texas
cnd I'm moving
Indianapolis is in me
I am Iowa
Des Moines is my capital
And if you visit Kansas
Topeka has it all
Welcome to Kentucky
Frankfort is a nice city
Palm trees make it so familiar
There's no other place that I would live
And I say stick stick move move
Jackson all the way to Mia
I'm w a couple killas
similarities
In the cliques kinda drifted ,but still kept in touch with all my Christians parochial crazy the devil always provoking you
Gotta keep my head level
dedicate this next poem here to
To Spearhead X the Ex-Second in Command in
Terms of this country (He got the blues)
And the poem is called "H2O-G-A T-E
I was in the trap by the alley
All the bad ho's used to pass me
Nah dawg I'm real real serious
I used to hit her & all the baddies
But Bitch now I'm
Meathead
And what about Kenny Sep
And all my niggas that dead and gone that got caught in the rep
And my other heroes still livin
But they locked up
All my problems is big I'm jumping steep in it
Yo mind got more power than your own soul
Why you think they loose they mind and take they own soul
I'm
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