Lyrics:
it's shady
Hundred-and-ten in the hot sun
Heat from the street burned the feet of the ladies
See how they run
Called down the lightnin'
By
The sun is slowly sinking in the evening sky
This dusty town is closing for the night
There used to by so many things that held me here
Broken
back sober
I just fell down another
Dusty old road while I
Reminisce
Talk a little shit
Chalk it up to the way that it is
I just want to remember
The way
dat shit
Bro step out with the cleanest kicks
Way back then it was dusty sneaks
Now I pull up with the baddest b
She acts rude
She gets left on seen
And twisted her shawl,
Uncovered a dusty old crystal ball.
I peered in despite myself.
Somewhere on some love seat, my husband was there,
Paying court
And twisted her shawl,
Uncovered a dusty old crystal ball.
I peered in despite myself.
Somewhere on some love seat, my husband was there,
Paying court
broke, nothin' to eat, dusty sneaks on my feet
So bitch, why the fuck would I be cheap? (bitch)
Smokin' dope out a Jeep, now I'm bustin' it down by the P
him in a by - street, you may see him in the square
But when a crime's discovered then Macavity's not there!
He's outwardly respectable, I know he
a nigga blood lust
Niggas always cheating they don't got trust
Niggas always doing everything by force
Cops killing our niggas like they gun's getting dusty
disease, that shit that disgust me
Don't touch me on the streets with the sweeper
'Cause the streets pretty dusty
And I've always got love for genuine
Macvity
There's no one like Macavity
He's a fiend in feline shape
A monster of depravity
You may meet him in a by-street
You may see him in the square
But
a little border town
She had to dance for money
In that dusty old saloon
I dropped a dollar in the jukebox
Played that girl a tune, yeah
Never see it comin'
meets
Long dusty highway, with her thumb up in the wind
She's running from confusion, that she feels within
She couldn't live by her daddy's rule, she
street
Big things happen every time we meet
Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin' to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac,
she's up and left me and I'm walking down the line
Dusty autumn, winds began to blow.
All dressed up in red velvet in her high heel shoes so fine
dos, tres, it's on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?
Like that there Boi and will still stay street
Big things happen every time we meet
Bombs over Baghdad
Uno, dos, tres, it's on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?
Like that there Boi and will still stay street
Big things
cool-cool with you
Chilling cool-cool with you
Pants sagging, rag dragging, do my gangbang with you
Groovy nigga, jumped off of the peg
Forced by my
Bombs over Baghdad
Uno, dos, tres, it's on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?
Like that there Boi and will still stay street
Big things
Bombs over Baghdad
Uno, dos, tres, it's on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?
Like that there Boi and will still stay street
Big things
only has one time to explode
When I break I'm takin' everything
Turn the city streets to Dusty Rhodes
Behold this return of the Invincible Tone
Rude
only has one time to explode
When I break I'm takin' everything
Turn the city streets to Dusty Rhodes
Behold this return of the Invincible Tone
Rude
These streets they rain
New age
Square light fades away
Still sane
You are the sun dare to look outside
Dusty butterflies these prisons are mine
Hung
think I'm gonna be late
One shooter down
White smoke hung heavy in the dusty street
And I heard a loud voice as I rose to my feet
So I turned around
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