Lyrics:
'Sace, 'sace
'Knock one, 'knock one
Mustard on the beat, ho
Shirt, shirt by Versace
Bitch you better fuck sumn
Ho, Hoes wanna knock one
Bitch you
fingers, three fingers
Four fingers, FUCK IT THE WHOLE FIST
Up your asshole
Now you're ready for Ed Powers
And Rocko Sefreddi to suck my cock hoe
[Ill Bill
working that nine-to-five, I was waitin' homie
I was bussin' tables fantasizin' 'bout cakin' homie
Letting them slip away, my dreams wasn't waitin' on me
(how I feel)
I would travel the four corners of the earth to find you
I-I've got five fingers on each hand
Baby don't you understand
They were made
with a banana clip
And little Bill had a god damn pistol grip
I hit a little laugh and got me a buzz
And that's about the time they got drugged
percent on the windows, maybe 5
Foreign tail lights soon as I drive by
Smokey with an overcast lighting porkipine
Jet fuel for the weather
It been
a little something for the clean escape
And the rainy day after
Don't forget a nigga live where the heat wave at ya
And ya safe ain't safe
And heat don't
weakness
And now I'm four, five seconds from wildin'
And we got three more days 'til Friday
I'm just tryna make it back home by Monday mornin'
I swear
slight work
Put a rock on your finger baby that's slight work
Pull up on you in V12s that's slight work
Hit grand lux for a meal girl that's slight work
I was biking through the, uh, yeah
Canton snowstorms, I was biking through the pain
Numb fingers baking pizza, busy grinding for some change
Was
the house and had a seat
The little boy put fifty motherfuckin' toys by my feet
Smashin' up my ankles with Tonka jeeps
I wish this little motherfucker'd
rising
We all smile
We all sing
Then the girl in the cafe taps me on the shoulder
I realize five years went by and I'm older
Memories smolder,
Mysterious crimes, oh they swept through the county
Waving the finger of blame
Eyes turned to Joe Little
A couple too many acres of land to his name
No
School of the Hard Knocks Yeah my whole fam made it Chilling like a fat rat Looking like we just ate it Middle finger goes up To all y'all niggas hating
death bet
Pass the rock before your ass get shot
And you become a laughing stock till caskets drop
Real shit, middle finger as I pass the cops
That's why
a different dimension like Roxas
Bitch, I soar in the sky in the nighttime
Treat her like porridge, she just right
Put a ring on her finger, I just might
(Two,
fuckin bills
By any means necessary, gotta see my momma in
Another day, another dollar
Every 24, I'm thinking money and the power
Go on! Get it! Go on!
Little rapping*
Tre Little, the baby gorrilla, I'm just that guy
I'm 5'6", got stacked lines, shit that high, I'm ridin'
FUCK you and your commercial
Burning erbs like Jamaica
Still got 5 months on papers
Blow blunts by da flava
P.O. piss me gotta fake her
I'm So high God my neighbor
I'm So high
Davis - piano, Big Bill Broonzy - guitar
Willie Dixon sbass and Charles Saunders - drums
March 28, 1947
Album: Complete Recorded Works Vol 5
October 19,
are better left unbroken
How will love survive
How will love survive
Little by little, step by step
We will kill the dirty heads
Heart to heart
You take me just to complement the deals (that's a good look)
And anything you cop, I'll split the bill (that's a good look)
Better yet a hood look,
You take me just to complement the deals (that's a good look)
And anything you cop, I'll split the bill (that's a good look)
Better yet a hood look,
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