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education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
south, the dirty south [repeat 2X]
[Redd]
Down south we wear bandannas and denim suites
Down south you gone always spot us in them coupes
[Lil' Flip]
called eagle
And everybody's ill yea illegal
People steal cars we steal people
We eat like dogs but we're still people
And even when your lost trouble
feel him
I'm like Jaws in the real world nigga biggest villain
If you need a nigga bit dial 1-800-SHARTS
Bite the whole car apart it's a button
boy troubles!
(boy got troubles!)
Oh what a boidennn!
(oh, heavy boidennn!)
His car's fucked up!
De boy got a provlem!
She ripped up de 'polstry
(wit de
beep beep I am not you
3peat ina 3 week
I need 3 rings but I can buy 2
Check da pc get no pt
I'm on preheat cause I cannot cool
Was in pe wi no clean
Two bad broads or two new cars parked in my garage
Pulling out the yard (Skrrt, Skrrt)
Put em in a box like nerds
Riding with these bodies like hearse
to break out from seeing only the inside of reflected ocean on the sky.
It was early 2001 and I was almost 23. I'd finished recording the Glow pt. 2 and I
2:30 in the motherf*****' morning what the f*** are you doin' out here?
Out here trappin' tryin to get rid of this bong purp man
Man, you can come with
Overlooked PT.2
Man this shit right here was worth it
I mean when you grind like this
It takes time and patience (On my momma I deserve it)
You take
to the dead, no board, no ouija
Two pills got me lifted up
Rest in peace to my nigga Paps, we used to ride around with the semi tucked
By my agent, come
the dirty south (repeat 2X)
(Redd)
down south we wear bandannas and denim suites
down south you gone always spot us in them coupes
(Lil' Flip)
well down
worst, the ravenous thirst
For money power and respect til
My bladder and abdomen burst
Comprende? Amistad Pt 2 like if I was Sinke
Rockin flooded
art
I took two grams of mushrooms
Laid outside on the lawn
Spent my life inside an 8 pt font on the North Saskatchewan
Mistaking tragedy for art
Just
A song called Highway Star, this one.
Nobody gonna beat my car
I'm gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car
It's gonna break
Ladies and gentlemen, Colonel PT Chester Whitmore is proud to present
Bung Vulchungo and the Zimbabwe Songbirds
Do you see banana man
Hopping
2:30 in the motherfuckin' morning what the fuck are you doin' out here?
Out here trappin' tryin to get rid of this bong purp man
Man, you can come with
And I'll be loving you forever
(You're all that I need to get by)
I used to play hard to get, like a sample on a hook
We used to play with the pots, you
training
Running cars in breeze ways, all day standing
While ya'll had, ya'll hoes on your mind
I was posted by the labor pool, rocking for rocking them
prefer?
The nigga that's gonna sell a fight?
Or the nigga that's gonna end the
Fight when he get in one?
Ya house? Got foreclosed
Your cars? Got repo'd
know where to look without them
Outside, the cars speed by
I never heard them until now
I know you care
I know it has always been there
But there
the old folk home
Come on and go home with me mama
Mama. I am not riding in a long limousine
My car is not much good
But I got a good seat right by there
tellin'
In his mind he indicted a felon
Every day is like hide and seek
If I lock down two in the mornin'
Tell me by night why I see three
Dottin',
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