Lyrics:
listening to this man
This part coming up, this part, this part's for you
For my mans Paul
He think he got a six pack, all he got is one big ball (facts)
Im
of stacies and a dash for 'Lac, Shaq
[Paul Wall]
Hear that? Top back with woman and grill
Comin' down on the spiderweb chrome wheels
First place in
out the roof
Shinin' like Paul Wall's tooth
Got girls coming by the group
No cologne on, but I smell like Snoop
Hit the club, 'bout 40 plus
It's 30
bondage is over the human race
They believe slaves always lose and this fear keeps them down
Watch the damned, god bless ya
They're gonna break their
seventy seven
First Bunker Hill then we bust down in Yorktown
Once a mustard seed now we running this whole town
Hear the silversmith his name is Paul
as we do upside down
And the new word to have is revolution
People don't even want to hear
The preacher spill or spiel
Because God's hole card has
Been
out by two
I'm getting sleepy and plus my boo is coming through
So let the front door hit you where are you Paul probably might
And everybody asking
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
a dork troll
But I slay how I slay and I do what I do
I'm from the 609 where the balls never blue
Sometimes I take my Cedes and I cruise down the shore
(gang shit)
Coming from a block where the loyalty is so weak
So anyone you see me with now brodie
I had to drop out some boy cah they're foney
I was
you this life is turn by turn
Get your capital and income
Anybody we're talk kog your gun
Man need to Dey know emself
Focus on yourself
No Dey follow
Man: I'm trying to find out what you want to do
Girl: I think I need to go home chill out, relax
Man: I think you need to go with me and lay down
the checkie, the checkie, the checkie, the checkie
I'm coming in here like fucking bikini swimwear
And that bitch is fucking clitoris
Bitches pussy is fucking
I use that
Machete to Butch Cassidy by the way
His two faggot ass sons' names
Is Shane and Cassidy bang! That's blasphemy
That's the main catastrophe
it rain
I’ve been there I’ve seen it all
Stood tall, even crawled, beaten down in brawls
Modern day apostle you could call me Peter, Paul
James
and the drugs
Its the T.I.P, Bun-be and Slim Thug
[Slim Thug] [Verse 1]
I got drank by the pint
Dro by the pound
Headed to the club in the boss top down
and the drugs
Its the T.I.P, Bun-be and Slim Thug
[Slim Thug] [Verse 1]
I got drank by the pint
Dro by the pound
Headed to the club in the boss top down
gone say I'mma ball and parlay
I'm ample over silver with the insides grey
Swangin' through the 4th ward, ridin' down Grey
If money is the destination I
where I’m from
I’m living by this gun
I’m dying for my son
I’m dying for my sins
While the wolves from Wall Street
Prey on y’all street
They job is
Under Thatcher's unfeeling guidance the scenario is one year early.
With the cold mechanism of the pin ball arcade
We're flicked around as numbers by
okay
ALWAYS HERE FOR YOU ANYTIME OR DAY
GIVE ME YOUR TIME I SHOULD GIVE YOU MINE
LOYALTY FOREVER TATTED ON MY SIDE
A4D baby IS YOU DOWN TO RIDE
(Hook)
play ball with the robs, well, nigga, you gotta fetch
Yungtiny gone aim for yo dome , so put that vest down
And all the thumbs down on the net, only you
85%, I'm 400 solid
Brainbolic wit knowledge, cock-diesel scholars
Holdin' it down, walkin' around wit gold by the pound
Frozen down wit diamond bolders
the revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be brought
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In 4 parts without commercial
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