Lyrics:
To turn one another, to the sign at the time float your climb.
Watching the world, watching all of the world,
Watching us go by.
And you and I climb over
fly niggas call me Jim baker from Ohio
To Texas we so infectious ATL to STL is going to be hard to catch us I'm talking
Bout weed, pills,sipping
Protected by my ancestors hey cracka you aint fooling me
What about the Red line call it fed line
Jim Crow creeping up on ya bed Side
Front runner
from the foxhole
(God Flow) Aes stay gold like Ponyo
Hard headed, war-vetted, four-legged mongrel
Speak slow order Jim Beam shoots
And split hairs
Are we ever gonna feel the same?
Standing in the light till it's over, out of our minds
Someone had to draw a line
We'll be coming back for you one
The hot boys, the three-time losers, the drug-abusers
I don't give a fuck what you do, nigga
Stick to what you do
[ CHORUS ]
It be them Flaw Boyz,
doing time
I get it with the grind That Plan B
It's a crime Over time
N I feel so aligned
All While I'm Sippin on alkaline
Undeniable hits
Direction
skint; but I'll happily steal one from OPM if you
want. This is a complete ramble by the way, and I think that when
Household Name hear this, they'll be
try
cll though I left them deep in debt
Every now and then I get a little check
Usually I don't pay it any mind
But right now times are hard
So I sit
try
cll though I left them deep in debt
Every now and then I get a little check
Usually I don't pay it any mind
But right now times are hard
So I sit
repeated
It's hard to argue when the witness say they seen it
Some sobbing others seething
There's gone be trouble this evening
County official is pleading
dope addicts
My niggas work the triple beams and they dope at it
Hey, nigga you don't want no static
Holes throw your chest, hard to breathe, like
I thought I told ya
Hard times got my mind on cock, and massive thoughts be the plot
Top priorities the family dope and royalty
My loyalty, fiends
up
I'm writing this over dust fields
Littered by red solo cups
Eyes Wide Shut
One year later
Exiled like Genesis
Outside looking in
Time moves fast
then stopped for
A variety of reasons, it is hard to
Parse what might be going on in JLo's
Mind by looking at her face
But when Nicki launched into her
looks be gettin me stressed
It's time to dead that
Testify and get your head wrapped like Arabian cats
Terrorist act's will have you pigs squealin
Aynsley Dunbar (drums)
Jim Pons (bass, vocals, dialog)
Bob Harris (keyboards, vocals)
Don Preston (mini-moog)
You are... you gotta tell me something... I
see, there's gotta be a way I can put this discreetly
Let's say we hop in the isle over those guys
And the blewin' fuck baby!
Hey, hey, hey!
I'm in this
a rockstar
Come from out the trenches, gettin' paid like a popstar
I be sellin' weed by the P like a rasta
Who was in the car? Only me and a chopper
I can
an overnight sensation
Gonna be an overnight success, yeah
And all through the badlands
Rocking on the bandstands
It's so hard in the bar bands
When
Words and music: jim johnston
We've spent some time together, and I was sure I'd have to hide.
Afraid that you'd discover my darker side.
Cause
bitches, I bang all three
Say, "Yo, Meth, fuck it, throw a Jim Brownski
Versace, banana color robes and my socks be"
Them Billie Jean shits and they real
[Bubba Sparxxx]
Hahahahahahah! Don't be scared of me
Come on over here and let Bubba infect you
Uhh, uhh
From the slums the East of Athens
you'll lose!
Here comes two big pioneers, rolex watches
Cars by the pairs, in stock we got shares
EPMD "that's right!"
Legendary, hardcore b-boy is
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