Lyrics:
poppin'
Sexy lil' filter, go on and lick big poppa
BL smoother than Silk or Don Juan
Bone-in ribeye, well, tiger primes
Ball out, we all out, V-Lives
burned in a fire
Crashed in a plane or got hit by a motherfuckin train
You make my life a livin hell, the sun's out but it's dark
You're the devil, all
all the same
Oh, I could not believe my eyes
You took those young lads by surprise
The way you shot them down
That day in Derry town
Oh some justice we
and things and buttons and bows.
Don't bury me in this prairie
Take me where the cement grows
Let's move down to some big town
Where they love a gal by
and paten shoes
We're gonna find adventure in the evening air
Dolly:
To town we'll trot to a smokey spot where the girls are hot as a fuse
Townspeople:
WOW!
and things and buttons and bows.
Don't bury me in this prairie
Take me where the cement grows
Let's move down to some big town
Where they love a gal by
Well I've lived and breathed and been disbelieved
In these small town streets too long
I've held nothin' but aces and been many places
And hung
Mark
I had to work for mine to put your body in park
When I was a teenager, I wanted to be down
With a lot of MC-DJ'ing crews in town
Saw this crew
Twister came through our home town and
Tore a lot of peoples houses down
Always happens in the spring but
This time we missed everything.
I put
of gold
Straightway he led her
All down into the hold
Saying "I'll dress you up in sailor's clothes
Your jacket shall be blue
You'll see that seaport town
trailers backed up down by the elevators
Train track grain car'll roll in later
Get filled up and head on out in the world
It's harvest time in this
gotta tell me somethin',
Are you here in hollywood long?
I mean, I just...
No, I'm ah, we're recording here in town
You're recording here?
Yeah,
band
And I would play in the light of a thousand smiles
(And the sound would be heard for a thousand miles)
Spreading through the towns and fields
on (I am the prince)
This is my town, my home (the prince)
This is my crown, my throne (Weezy)
This is me on my own (by myself so niggas, guess what?)
on (I am the prince)
This is my town, my home (the prince)
This is my crown, my throne (Weezy)
This is me on my own (by myself so niggas, guess what?)
ironic
Since I solo on these poems
But I'm like Chewie in the backseat
Flying around town
Where we going in the galaxy
Hitchhiking sun down
Who opposing me
though, pump in the pound, though
Coming for your head, I run your ass out of town, yo
This is Sheek Louch, Ghostface Killah
And the other Ghost, you can
to toast the boys again
That local band is back in town
They got a kinda minor league sound
They're not that bad, they're not that good
But all in all
on Sepulveda
Anointed players who coin phrases, that's metal paper
Level layers, several shades of grey, submission for it
Milf lover under silk covers who
the poor boy down.
Sure as you're born, they bought me a silk suit,
Put luggage in my hands,
And I woke up high over Albuquerque
On a jet
I know a small town lad
Living at home with his mother
Blazing in the garden shed
Wishing he’d left with his brother
Josie makes a handsome wage
love
Poppa was a playa, playa was in poppa
Poppa loved the ladies, never got enough of
The pretty brown round, running round town
"(Sh!) Don't tell
stopped in Charlotte to bypass Rockhill
We never was a minute late
We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown
Rollin' out of Georgia state
We had
In a neat little town they call Brockton
Apprenticed in trade I was bound
And many an hour of sweet happiness
I spent in that neat little town
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