Lyrics:
Then they go on by pickin' up a little bit of speed.
Clickity clack
Yonder lies a steel-drivin' man lord lord
Yonder lies a steel-drivin' man
Yonder
Look at this little nigga, man
Ay T.I. is that really you man?
Yeah shawty, what's happenin'?
Ay man can you give me a ride home, man?
Man, it's
The Night Patty Murphy Died
(Traditional, crranged by clan Doyle and Tim Hicks)
© Skinner's Hill Music Ltd (SOCcN), administered by Kobalt Music
boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupes
This shit way too big, when we pull up give me the loot
(Gimme the loot)
Was off the Remy, had a Papoose
Rankin Road
North of Greens
Yea
Lets take it back to White Gate Lane
When life was so simple, man but how things change
Momma off of brain surgery
Villain man never ran with krills in his hand and
Won't stop rockin' 'til he clocked in a gazillion grand
Tillin' the wasteland sands
Raps
Villain man never ran with krills in his hand and
Won't stop rockin' 'til he clocked in a gazillion grand
Tillin' the wasteland sands
Raps
and a snare, now the green light to go
I flex a rhyme on a rapper then proceed to wreck
By break this mic in half, then put him in the yolk and snap his neck
like a quarter a mil
Hit ya by the tech and blow half your budget
I do it for the streets and **** love it
Just copped the new Bent, you know ya boy pay
it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel
Sweat, sweat boy, sweat, you owe me two more swings
I was born for driven steel
Well John
a little boy that makes him laugh a bit, huh
Huh, and he loves him
But still you don't know the fuckin' half of it
Ain't no sunshine when you're low, I'm
Now I'm not a rich man with no ex-wives
But you'd think I did, the money I spent on the dives
The sort of watering holes that'd sooner paint
and turn on joe rogan
Smokin by the gram
Hit between the posts like george graham
This that grand slam showing you the diagram
Take a red eye flight out
Somebody call the slick police
Capitol W, ha
Weezy Baby
This is Tha Carter, man
Rim low, all I can see is the flow, now let's go
Roger, you're
Somebody call the slick police
Capitol W, ha
Weezy Baby
This is Tha Carter, man
Rim low, all I can see is the flow, now let's go
Roger, you're
Chickens
Boy, you know where to go at. Stop playin.
Wally Wally then
On deck and I got it for the Low
You know where to go
I could do a half or a whole
I don't understand why you play me First you tell me that you love me then you
hate me We could've went half on the baby, ooh baby
I don't understand
rude boy shit, criminology lefit
Legalize dude to get me mega-rich Selassie I
We can all get by if we unify
Gettin' chinky eye off the stimuli,
and I got new ones
No fake ones, trust no one
It's Boy Better Know 'til I die
Tryna run up in the bank like Bonnie and Clyde
'Cause
Man get money
a journey through time
From a boy to a man
But still blissful as a child
As you can read on my smile
It still felt so easy to live
When that light came back
spencer diss
You boys are wild, see I mean, you boys are like wild, wild
I mean, completely wild and wildness wildy
Man, y'all just some 'ol automatic
Yeah, they think that they know
But forget what you know
Boy you don't know the half
So cool under pressure
Don't assume, that's the golden rule
Cuz
tell you how it was
Serve it to you cleaner than a house keeper
Cruisin' by the scene with a street sweeper (woo)
Pour a half a pint of codeine in
I'ts Hanzo
Okay
Uh
Try to catch the wave, end up in the rip tide
Whole crew zip by, act up, end up in zip ties
Dough boys the baker men, we break
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