Lyrics:
with someone else
Put me in the ground put me six foot down
And let the stone say:
Here lies the girl whosе only crutch
Was loving one man just
havin' my motion
Your foot on the gas? My foot on the gas
You smashin' and yolkin'? I'm
Smashin' and yolkin'
You poppin' your Ps? You makin' your rounds?
challenged
You're vertically blind
I'm three-foot-nine, it's ten foot long
I'm gonna smack that ass after
I pack this bong
I can flow all night, all night long
back to the basics
You see what you got me out here doin'?
Mighta threw me off
But can't nobody stop the movement
Uh uh, let's go
Left foot, right foot
yeah, oh yeah
Everybody had a good year
Everybody let their hair down
Everybody pulled their socks up
And everybody put their foot down
Yeah, yeah, yeah
waist and
A smart ass mouth
Let anybody smash their foot in your house
Let your baby daddy see you
When that nigga get out
That's a shame on your name
You
the foot on the right foot
Top bar, pass it around
So keep the windows up
'Cause we'll be lightin' up
Our brother Jimbo ain't a late night toker
Never
just watch me step alone, into the sunset
Left foot, right foot one, two mic check
Brewin' funk inside my soul kitchen
So pull up a chair here's
I certainly haven't been shopping for any new shoes
And I certainly haven't been spreading myself around
I still only travel by foot and by foot
you die you'll be a foot soldier just like me
In the Devil's infantry
And on the way to Fayetteville we cursed McCulloch's name
And mourned
Racing down the road
In a street machine of steel
Gears are jammed in full
I'm the madman at the wheel
Got my foot pinned to the floor
You can
are resting now
Billy saw a copper and he hit him in the knee
And he took him down from six foot to five foot three
Then he hit him fair and square
I certainly haven't been shopping for any new shoes
And I certainly haven't been spreading myself around
I still only travel by foot and by foot
just bring your son
The spire is hot
And my cells can't feed
And you still got that Belle dragging your foots
I'm hiding it well Sister Ernestine
outta this seat
Well, my foot's a gettin' heavy and my head's a gettin' light
And my back it's beginnin' to hurt
If I don't get to wheelin' to a stop
ain't running my life no more
Too hip, gotta go
Too hip, gotta go
When I step foot out of this door
I won't even bother to pack
I'm gonna leave
let myself believe all the bad press and horror stories
I wouldn't set a foot outside
You say I live in a bubble
I find a bubble's best
At a faint
running my life no more
Too hip, gotta go
Too hip, gotta go
When I step foot out of this door
I won't even bother to pack
I'm gonna leave you
the Johnson Rag
Hoy Hoy there goes the latest shag
Ho Ho it really isn't a gag
Hep Hep there goes the Johnson Rag
Jump Jump don't let your left foot drag
bodyguard too
You want to get hurt, well this is what you do
You put your left foot up, and then your right foot next
Follow instructions, don't lose
taller than four foot six
And shorter than six foot two
She'll probably have a pretty little turned-up nose
And baby-blue eyes just like you
There's
should be.
Don't put your foot on the heartbrake.
(She's losing, she's losing, she's losing, she's losing)
She's losing that inner flame.
It was
Well, I wish I was in London,
Or some other seaport town
I'd put my foot on a steamboat
I'd sail the ocean 'round.
While sailing 'round
[Chorus:]
I'm in a home run, I'm in a home run,
On the last stretch, on the last stretch.
I'm in a home run, I'm in a home run,
On the left foot
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