Lyrics:
Replaced by the New Bridge in 1972
Funny thing, the Old Bridge used to be called the New Bridge
Yeah, bit of a funny thing
Up ahead there's the bronze
(Cheeze)
(Yo Mannie)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
One thing I never needed was a ho (no)
And another thing, I never told on not a soul (no)
Fuck
Okay, I'm reloaded
The homey, Elvis Presley and Rick Ross teen
Be back, I'm back
I'm back, I'm back
It's nowhere to go
I'm talkin' Japanese
John, go away
What about my
Used to be sort of influenced by Elvis in the old days, I think
Really?
Yeah, used to love him
What about my book, then?
caught my eye
And I learned a few things I never knew before
It said your pet may be an extra terrestrial
It said the ghost of Elvis is living in my den
Yeah Yeah Cassidy and I ain't
In no mutha fucking gang but I'm a mutha
Fucking gangster real rap
I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy
Coke by the key boy
of view
To anyone passing by and it's who they're talking to.
There was someone on the platform talking to the folks
About the TV god and all the pain that
every-time I get high I watch the time pass by like away we go
Is it OK to cry when you're dying inside?
Seem like codeine is the one thing that help take my
the most powerful government in the world. And, uh, Mr. Fitzwater invited me to come here tonight to create some balance, because there has been some things
need bout two Grand
Hustle ya nuh normal dawg
nuh, yo da hustle ya nuh human
Straight woman to we thing my lord
you should know by now we nuh do man
know that always laughs
At all of my jokes like
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Gotta put my feelings out on display
Ay ooh
Here's the thing
I don't normally sing
But
things, chicka chicka jeera
50's blowing up, his shit just keeps going up
What the fuck is going on? Who the fuck is Norah Jones?
Shady, wait a minute,
confident and been through too much just to be done with me
And you know that shit gets stressful right?
Shit taxing, the same thing that got Wesley Sniped
things, chicka chicka jeera
50's blowing up, his shit just keeps going up
What the fuck is going on? Who the fuck is Norah Jones?
Shady, wait a minute,
See if we can kill your amnesia by the time I leave
All mommies I harbor for vouch for me
Tell 'em bout the time all your mommas couch mommy
All
although you hate rap
But it's not a compliment when you say that, so don't
You might think I'll just stand by (But I won't)
I'm here to bring a rise
rain in the gutter
Screen door slamming, Mama's cooking with butter
Breeze is blowing in through them red french doors
And all these things were
of things
But, sonny, I seen one thing that beats 'em all
I was flyin' back from Lubbock
I saw Jesus on the plane...or maybe it was Elvis
You know, they
you by
I bet he'd be a star
I bet my star wars figures he would be a movie star
A Quentin Tarantino next-big-thing
Prima Donna, then he'd appear
Were taken I choose
To believe it I think it's an angel
Take a good look
Many, including their pastor said that they
Believe this image captured by
Champagne all the way and we'd get married by Elvis
What the hell did I say when I called last night
Dripping loads of whiskey honey in that message that
repeats itself and thats just how it goes
Same way that these rappers always bite each others flows
Same thing that my nigga Elvis did with Rock n Roll
rely by the code
Hopping in the whip screaming yo
Just hit a red light, aw no no
Speeding through yellow, I ain't slow
Only see green, yea I'm on go
And the few things we managed to save
Mama read from The Book
We took one last look
And then we drove away
Oh, and on the post by the general store
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