Lyrics:
through the mail
It was prom night in pig town
There was ham bones in long gowns
With painted cloven hooves
There was no need for shoes
In my memory, I will always see
The town that I loved so well
Where our school played ball by the gas yard wall
And they laughed through the smoke
rag out and wave it round in the air
Swang!
New Akoo outfit with a Gucci rag
Tied to my belt loop and my Louis bag
Full of stacks rubber bands 'round
rag out and wave it round in the air
Swang!
New Akoo outfit with a Gucci rag
Tied to my belt loop and my Louis bag
Full of stacks rubber bands 'round
Tip top the talk of the town
Aight
Aye, Aye
They put on a beat and I'm starting to vibe
You'd be surprised that I ain't in my prime
P, Soos, Doe,
"She'll stay all in sailor's clothes, her collar shall be blue
She'll see that seaport town, called Canadee-I-O"
Now when they came down to Canada,
"She'll stay all in sailor's clothes, her collar shall be blue
She'll see that seaport town, called Canadee-I-O"
Now when they came down to Canada,
bitches like they relatives
O town baby where they twerk up in the streets
You won't never catch me slipping always firm up on my feet
You ain't fuckin wit
Front in this town and get a
Tech stuck down your throat
I'm tellin you shit is about
To get drastic soon
I'm quick to blast a goon
And break
Green Bay
Got lil baby and she begging for my Address
Come over, I got silk sheets up on my Mattress
I'm in the future, you focused on the Past tense
a game, and work was a shame,
And pain was prevented by pleasure.
The world, cold and grey, was so far away
In the distance only money could measure.
maybe, thanks for stopping by
And nothing more than that
Maybe, call me up next time you're in town
But nothing meant by that
And nothing more than that
With sheets of silk in between
Well, anyway, that's how it seemed
I thought I wanted to marry him
His face was sculpted by God
His words were
Chasing them bands running them bands down on a mission for paper
Straight out the ghetto I dreamt in the ghetto of taking my mom to Jamaica
Let my
And the faces start beaming
And the rock and roll begins to
Send them all screaming
For the band that will work it's way in
Rock the town
They fuel all
shines in the cold November air
You hear the tolling bell and touch the silk in your lapel
And as the teardrops rise to meet the comfort of the band
You
a helicopter
Yeah, Blackhawk down
Pullin' up like a black mobster
On any side of town
Big bands, ooh
Coupe swoop, ooh yeah
Vroom vroom
Niggas like, "Can
droppin'
Till we on top!
Tell me what you got
That is not a lot
Compared to us
You a bust
In a tuff spot
In God we trust
That's a must
He calls all the shots
In a neat little town they called Belfast
Apprentice to trade I was bound
And many of our sweet happiness
I'd spent in that neat little town
When
town
To get attention any more
The few fantastic and angry
Must be saved by our bandocide
You know having a band isn't cool
When the band isn't cool
Too
drawers silk, I told that bitch "Versace"
Cheetah print on my sleeve, but I ain't never been in the jungle
Try to take my sack, better run with it, nigga,
Aye
Yuh
Aye
See the word around town
Is you don’t know ya’ people
And everybody thinks ya’ evil
See the word around town
Is you live by the steeple
by the phone stuck
Just waiting on a nigga call but
But, I got plans for you baby
I got what you want
I keep them bands on you baby
Oh you want
Here it comes
Here it comes (Hey)
Lo-City, it's the city, it's the town where I was raised
Town where I was raised
Town where I was raised
Town
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