Lyrics:
We been copped by the rock solid the Rock sovereign
Not gonna drop like the stock market with COVID comin
We know he comin we overcomers he bore
his
Back blown to the point
Where you can see his back bone stickin out
I stick it out when it's drought time, too
Make it work like the first
I'm about
Your momma got some good ass pussy and since we through
I'm gon tell your funky ass your momma fucks way better than you
So silly I used to love it
either be boys or girls
St. Clair playas, common ground we on
We are Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls
With Flesh-n-Bone, pow to get a nigga in ground
by on the peril vines
Go to the finish, big Texas is next
Stuck him in the neck and I'm beatin on my chest
(Ice Cube)
T-Bone is the king of the jungle
hoes, and ridin Vogues
I live a good life, in my pursuit of happiness
I'm so glad, to get to the point of havin this
opportunity, for you and me
hubba
[Chorus:]
Well I'm a happy boy (happy boy)
Well I'm a happy boy (happy boy)
Oh ain't it good when things are going your way, hey hey
My
my secret, but now I'm exposing it
Somewhere some hot dog has bits of my bone in it
Make it look larger by constantly mowin it
I swear to penis my dick
Married men act totally different
When they by themselves, don't they?
You see them with their wife
"What's up Tony?"
"Hey man, how's everything
Probably by the lake
Or in the woods
But not in LA
Tired niggas asking if
I'm good
And I say I'm okay
Leeky not okay
Hard to maintain
A smile on the face
and jazz
Now black music is black music and it's all good
I wasn't salty she was with the boys in the hood
'Cause I was due for her, she was becomin'
and jazz
Now black music is black music and it's all good
I wasn't salty she was with the boys in the hood
'Cause I was due for her, she was becomin'
They want a monster so i sharpen my fangs
On the brittle little bones of pretty young things
But the bones give me something that get stuck in my
bones
Apparently I'm back in my zone
Exotic weed, I can't be lonesome
Diamonds dancing just like salsa
I'm getting the bands, I'm right back home
And come up and do a walk by on your bitch-ass
It's nay thun, don't give a fuck about how much money you got nigga
It's about how you outsmart the next nigga
twang, and the girls get bands
Where there's a lot of red bones, who stay so stoned,
And a couple bad boys, stay hard like stone
Girls go down
bones and cries
And so they killed
They lied and let blood spill
They tortured, abused
Defended by the news
The gall of politicians
Applauding the police
them next to the faith that he'd lost in himself
Said his good-byes and when the dirty work was done
He turned his wheels into the fading sun
For
caution or get scorched by this torch fool
I been so lost in the sauce with feelings all that poured out of my cup got me feeling awful
Still I got no
tryna get no job and have a boss or go to college
So I did it way my own way I get money when I want it
I came in like oh boy
Beat was made by oh boy
it
I just be about it
They talkin junk to the boy
Lately I been living by my lonely
Ain’t no homies
What y’all really want from the boy
I been rocking
sound off
Just trynna live this, back bone the business
BCC is the click and, y'all can't get with
Nothing them boys spitting
Cause y'all like female
haters pay up or lay up in the cemetery
Bow down, son, it's customary
We show up and blow up
Take over the whole show, it's over
You know it feels good
a lil' too much for me
Plus, for me, your party's not really where I want to be
Shit,
There's people here going ice fishing in the basement
And by ice
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