Lyrics:
guessed it! God done over by customs, the pair of us, didn't we? So there we
are standing there, "Hello hello hello! What you been up to, you naughty boys?"
on the lawn.
A dinosaur Victrola list'ning to Buck Owens.
[Chorus]
Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band.
Won't you take a ride on the flyin'
robbed by some of my bros (damn)
All of them hit me up for they dro now
I guess karma comes and it goes
Funny how this shit play out
Funny how the world
away
MY BABY
Always comes around to save me
Yea I feel like a million bucks
THAT'S MY BABY
Feeling golden
Clearly showing
Mac and Owen
Back in business
little guys with lies
Soon get dug by my Rambo knife
I'll take your life, your soul is-
Buck into-Buck into me with my Rambz
I'm carvin' the number six in
by that time, we are lucky having roland in the band. and he's
Just doing great songs and great guitar work he's doing. and a good pal as
Well. he's
never tell
Movies are gonna make me a big star
'Cause I can play the part so well.
Well, I hope you'll come to see me in the movie
Then I know that
Listening to my calm down album
Owen by Owen
Trying to remember your eyes
Missing you deeply
Trying to fall asleep
Cause maybe I'll see you in my
Listening to my calm down album
"Owen" by Owen
Trying to remember your eyes
Missing you deeply
Trying to fall asleep
Cause maybe I'll see you in my
[Huddy Combs]
Yo only got twelve bars so let me cut to the chase
Fuckin' wit' Stase I caught a buck in the face
I got the set me up
Yeah, niggas already know what the fuck goin' on with me, man
Big Doe Beezy checkin' in
Niggas know who run the fuckin' city, nigga (no zap)
Fuck
ain't even clear up on this shit
Don't know what's goin now
Listen close, this is called a freestyle
[Buckshot]
A lot of niggas are jealous of Buckshot
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
a nigga by surprise, I was astounded
He a real cool dude but why he call me clownin'?
You say'n you don't know bout it? Know bout what?
Atlantic
Shady
I'm like Grady
Look at me now
Retro and I are Siamese on the low
Ain't that crazy?
Y'all go from slaughterhouse to winehouse
Like Amy
This that buck
straight faced
You can buck it if you want to
Undermining cleverly your twisted schemes
The factors on to bigger and better things
Future shining
Amazing
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whassup y'all? Hello how are you doin out there?
You're chillin I'm winnin
Oh by the way the album's out go get
well
We are some partying mothafuckas"
Tired of these rappers
Tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances
By these fucking backpackers
And I'm sick
make me feel like movin up north ya know
good idea
yeah i'd do it too
course then i couldn't watch the Packers ya know, the Packers are
gosh i like
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whats up y'all Hello how are you doin out there
You're chillin, I'm winnin
Oh, by the way, the album's out, go get
or get stuck, get killed to get buck
A blessing of luck
I love all, test me, trust not
Above all but young niggas address me as such
Like Hannibal
hating the fact
I be smoking on the weed to relax
Love her body cause she keep it intact
Now I'm sneaking in the key on the mat
You'll be mine by the end
you ever think of stopping me, Bblow it out ya ass!
I'm a hustler by nature but criminal by law
Any charges set against me, chunk it up and stand tall
It's not a performance, it's a ritual
(It's a ritual)
When I rhyme, it's like the city is mines
Play who? No label ain't give me a dime
Came through
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