Lyrics:
on Calеdonia Road
A couple factory gigs, split between the folks
Kept us all afloat
Hearts still full of hope
By '89 suburban dreams was being bought
So we
N**** I ain't got no job (Hey)
All I do is jug an rob (Hey)
Took her to get a foot Massage (For real)
Did ten bottles at taj (Yeaaaa)
I'm king you
bottles by the neck
Then grabbin baby mama by the neck
Anger issues start to shine bright
Leaving marks on her body and they all in sight
Judge can see
somethin', word to Cee Lo
Bottles of Clicquot, a couple of Cristal
May head to L.A like I'm Chris Paul
Bout to go platinum off of "Missed Calls"
So all
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, uh-huh, yo, yo
[Ghostface Killah]
Portable DATs, Sony headphones
El Dorado's, thousand dollar bottles, get blown
up in your face
Your face'll look like Stewie's head (Ha)
Girls call me "Tre-Day"
(Yuh) , I'm looking for payday (Yuh)
My squad got more bottle
"'The Charabanc Trip' by Ivor Biggun accompanied by Robin Langridge, aged 14, at the piano forte.
Music maestro please!"
On the map of North Notts
Where the millions at?
Where my hand fed fruits?
Where the lizards at?
I see snakes by the roots
Timmy Turner hat
Make my wishes come true
Icky Vicky
get Ta-hoes
Haters all in my face, can't see, blindfold
? on my feet, blew right by folks
Stuntin' on sucker niggas is what
I was designed for
Dead
to lame
Bz doin his thang
Bout to be make it rain
Pop in mo bottles of Moët
Signing my name
When it Time to pay
580 to the bay
Hayward up
as mad as a bagful of cats
She said to me, go away out of that
But if I got outside of a bottle of beer
You wouldn't know where I'd end up this year
And not to brag but we have our very own bus station
And got free water bottles at orientation
We got flexible dining plans to fit anyone's social life
'cause growin up I was never the logical one,
Packed my shit and left home like the prodigal son
With a bottle of jack and my shotgun strapped,
I
I been hangin' with these niggas.
And till I die I gon' remain with these niggas.
St. Paul in
The M-P-L-S, I hear you callin'.
I put it down, yes.
album got that Wu-Tang like Raekwon
This be a brand new year for the G
Even when I'm rockin' like a Black Beetle Paul McCartney
The months gone by are
Back to back we rollin 4.0's
Back 2 Back bustin down wit the folks
Back to back poppin bottles wit the folks
Back to back we breakin bread wit our
pierced)
Got the club goin' crazy when we here
(On my mama)
I got bad bitches screamin' in my ears
(In my ear)
Thirty-four bands on me, Paul Pierce
(Paul
face? No case
Drug deals easy, more booze is lookin' like space
Jean Paul Gaultier, see-through Jamaican tank top
Hopped out the two-tone, Lord, made
money over here
Them bottles on the table
The weed in the air
Your woman starin at us
Them haters ice grillin
Wu-Block, you know we in the buildi
Well a we say "give me the light' and "buss a bottle of Mo"
And a welcome people to Jamrock each and every stage show
Try fi overlook we dem time
And now we've come to that time
Where the legend of Griselda lives forever (ah)
The Butcher comin', nigga
Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now
Buck jump motherfucker buck jump ya bitch
Buck jump motherfucker buck jump ya bitch
Verse 1
(DJ Paul)
We represent Memphis, Sippi
and I don't
y'all, while you hope the don fall
But I'll come inside the tunnel, nigga, wit pope john paul
Yo, them niggas on the wall frontin', they ain't no harm
street smart
I got my hood degree
What's with the third degree
Niggas acting like they ain't heard of me
I deserve to be
Up in the vip popping bottles
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