Lyrics:
don’t see nothing but a fat
Ass in the back of mine
My spine is so curvy, you say
"Word, he is blurry vision
Making me hating me, why can’t
He be Rain
throw him down
to the bottom of a well, so that he will be picked up by some caravan of travelers
They said, O our father, why do you not trust us with
Louisiana lou and three card monty john,
Oh lord, what a natural pair.
Looking for a game, fortune and fame,
Waitin' just a little farther down
him he wants to be free
He's got no one trying to help him or to save me
Raised by family but not his mom
Bobby at a young age was banished to Guam
swear we gotta get away anywhere that we can
Just meet me by the water, I'll be there with the sand
And if it goes left, that's according to plan
surrounded her birth.
She was taken home by her father who had negative intentions towards her (he actually wanted her dead so he could have all that was
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
of the coma you dropped into
Bars no longer hard hittin' he's all
Filler after the doc stitched you
You went from artistic to autistic
Mentally challenged
crushing 'the lincoln'!
Now, the man in the checkered suit, well,
Without his car he went screaming off into the desert at sunset
All the way
on a mast
In harbor, by mischance he slipt and fell:
A limb was broken when they lifted him
And while he lay recovering there, his wife
Bore him another son,
it for me, it was no discussion
He go away
But will he keep his talents
Did I just answer that question
Went thru them navy inspections
Is there
with the Stones
Once He even opened up a three-way package
In Southern California for old George Jones
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The years went by like sweet
the father
Need guns get your own gas and never charter
Like a fucked up barber I push your wig farther
Pull strings have you gettin clapped and things
My
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
of what people of this town went through at that time.
The year of 1944 saw Forlì ravaged by the bombardments of both Allies and Germans and subject
was her man nearly all of the time
Well Johnny he packed up to leave her but he promised he'd be back
He said he had a little pickin' to do a little
hate this feelin'
Innocent niggas get shot at, in the broad day, the A.M
I asked him for a play-by-play of how their whole day went
He said he went
Well, if they freed me from this prison,
If that railroad train was mine,
I bet I'd move out over a little,
Farther down the line,
Far from Folsom Prison,
went on down the road
He went on down the road
And I went on down the road
He went on down the road
And I came upon a little house
A little house upon
finished his house than the big,
bad wolf came along.
Little pig , little pig, let me come in!
he cried.
No, No, by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin,
said
show my bitch of a wife she better work a little harder
Stop them kids from screaming, it's pushing me even farther!
It's my daughter's birthday, Billy,
farther if dreams he had followed instead of the bottle
Our cousins still could've been kids and been able to live if it weren't for the bottle
But we have
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