Lyrics:
better run
A little boys got guns
Sell your home hit the road
Hide your kids, hide your wife
Pop pop ricochet from the drive by
Eye eye of the needle make
the palace, we got it all tonight
Hello?
Hey, Jimmy, it's Glenn
Glenn, How ya doing?
Fine man, I'm going on the road, do you know anyone who
could house
bodies on Euson Road
Their outlines softened by the black dust
All was still houses locked and empty , shops closed
But looters had helped themselves
All this time will pass by
Show me how
Coming home, back to you
Coming home, back to you
Open road
Coming home, back to you
Coming home, back to you
Out on my Night Hog, somebody temptin'
Hear it scream on by your house
The highway sign is my only call
'Cause a demon deep inside keeps driving
Out on my Night Hog, somebody temptin'
Hear it scream on by your house
The highway sign is my only call
'Cause a demon deep inside keeps driving
into a gift
Then the doctor sat us both down to explain
There's nothing they can do now
He's not coming to this house again
This house is shrinking now
of the worn-down streets
And that one dark corner on that one dark road
And the songs I used to play when I'd drive you back home
Every little heartbreak that I
on the road
Ooh, yeah
Ooh, yeah
Hey yeah
Yeah, oh yeah
Ooh, said I
I'm coming out to get you
Ooh, sit down
I'm coming out to find you
Ooh, yeah,
on the road
Ooh, yeah
Ooh, yeah
Hey yeah
Yeah, oh yeah
Ooh, said I
I'm coming out to get you
Ooh, sit down
I'm coming out to find you
Ooh, yeah,
and black
And spouting the news that the revolution is coming
And you better get ready, sort of like
The end of the world is coming, unfortunately
and black
And spouting the news that the revolution is coming
And you better get ready, sort of like
The end of the world is coming, unfortunately
for those inconsolable tears running down your cheeks.
An uncontrollable fear’s coming.
I’ll rain bars on your choked gutter flow.
Motherfucker!
I
twice a year at the National Guard Armory
Or the old school house we'd go see
The Blackwood Brothers who were coming to town
To sing especially for me.
The Juggla
[Violent J]
Well, you know the juggla jumped in the mixer
Been down the road and I broke a few necks
And I'll break a few more, so what's
way to my car pulling keys unlocking doors
That’s a metaphor but this is how the story goes
As I drove down a narrow road my wheels screeched
Stop
This my destiny
I've been off the path
But stayed on the road
Staying consistent like my niece on Honor roll
Gotta let you know
How we coming tho
the top and get in motion
Wide body pocking , paint wetter then tha ocean
Swanging in the open ,boss hogging till the road ends
Down in texas by
[Violent J]
Well, you know the juggla jumped in the mixer
Been down the road and I broke a few necks
And I'll break a few more, so what's up
Road by
But when I speak, he don't listen
I ball like Blake Griffin
I should play for the Clippers
Ref called my foul with the whistle
I'm down in the ghetto
name
'Cause
Judging by that gravel flyin' and that goodbye smoke
I'm 'bout to learn how far a never-coming-back road goes
You're in the clear, I'm
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
that my grandmama and my granddaddy put a house on
I’m coming back for the land that they snatched from the fam
Imma put the whole south on
I'm coming
And I'm feeling like Blake Griffin score!
These niggas want some more
The rappers can't knock me
Like a house with no doors
My house is one floor
So I'm
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