Lyrics:
the club?
Should I hate her for watching me for that reason?
Should I hate him for telling me that I'm seizin'?
Should I hate them for telling me ball out?
gives 'em a hint, not to step in my path
For police, I'm sayin, "Fuck you, punk!"
Readin' my rights and shit, it's all junk
Pullin' out a silly club
to ever be governed by enforced insanity
Someone had to reach for the risin' star
I guess it was up to me
Oh, the union central is pullin' out
your black hair and fat-ass thighs
Street poetry is my everyday
But yo, I gotta stop when you trot my way
If I was working at the club you would not
Oh, listen to that now
Oh, look out, it's
She came in through the bathroom window
Protected by a silver spoon
But now she sucks her thumb
club 'em to death
and get it over with and just dump 'em on the boulevard
Get to end up, on the dirty boulevard
going out, to the dirty boulevard
gives 'em a hint, not to step in my path
For police, I'm sayin, "Fuck you, punk!"
Readin' my rights and shit, it's all junk
Pullin' out a silly club
Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yourself (woo)
Baby girl, what's your name?
Let me talk to you, let me buy you a drink
I'm T-pain,
streets I'm oh so loaded, while focused clutchin' my gun
Pop by your house, me and my chauffeur, let's ride and go see the sun
I dream 'bout spinnin'
to another place
Gonna shake my ass
Gonna move my legs
Gonna kiss your face
CHORUS:
One night in the backwoods
Can change your life
By the full moonlight,
lose me
Baby, tell me
Where is your crew?
Everbody should know by now
I'm going missing and you go down
I'm here when it, life without you
So
Never link none of my exes secretly
If it's beef with you, then it's beef with me
So if I die by the gun
And you don't wanna ride out, don't tweet rest
pimp
I step into the club, in a fresh white T
Looking for a one night wife, to delight me
A lot of dudes claim, to be gangsta like Ice-T
When
pimp
I step into the club, in a fresh white T
Looking for a one night wife, to delight me
A lot of dudes claim, to be gangsta like Ice-T
When
Sydney to his club and feels free
They close the bar, he finds his car and then goes home to sleep
And his wife has been with Rosie, in the parlour where
When you get tackled on turf, just pay me back by the first
I feel like Bone Thugs, I feel like Pablo, had my own drugs
Borrowed every hammer from
talkin' Dandy Dapper (yeah)
She a cutie patootie, I don't know what she's after
Don't judge a book by its cover, least try to read the chapter
She's got
night by tha club scene
Green and yellow cd had tha club mean
Rollin' wit' a nigga then, in tha end
Same nigga, came right and tried to touch me
'06
found little Muley and Muley said,
They've been tractored out by the cats,
Tom Joad walked down to the neighbor's farm,
He found his family.
They
7-45's, that was cool last year
But I'm V-12 in a 7-60, Kenyon passing me beer
I step in the club cameras flashing, girls want to take my pic
Which girls
records
Grimey! If you choose to live by the gun, young one, with hits
Five nine is my height
If I was ever to grow, tell y'all a lil' secret
Nobody got
fret
By the doves them hold me
I'm picky with precision
I've made my decision then
Death itself can't hold us down
But the seeds of progress them
live life like me or by the book?
Sheesh, we are what we are
Make the wrong move will put your faggot ass in the ER
Flat line if it's red apples fallin'
gone by, I
Trying to find the reasons why, I
I always seem to make you cry, I
Just don't know why
Well could it be
You always running in the streets
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