Lyrics:
Well I met my little blue-eyed dog
Down by the riverside
Down by the riverside
Down by the riverside
Well I met my little blue-eyed dog
Down by
look at me here
I'm just rooted like a tree here
I got them sit-down, can't fly
Oh Lord I'm gonna die blues
(I'm gonna die blues)
Well the sun
to pray & here it goes
Man all these fake as bantu rapper get exposed
These niggas hoe's, wooo
How they get beat by
The king here, tell these wannabes
shit!
Biggie got the hype shit!
He got the hype shit!
Yo, special shout outs to Junior MAFIA
Y'all know what time it is
My man Fifty Grand, and his man
running around
Mama thought I never would settle down
That was before I met sweet Irma Jean
She made a new man outta me
We got pink flamingos in
lose friends
We'll fuck em all, motherfuck them all
We was never friends anyway, nigga watch me ball
And so I'm a dreamer, I want it all
Man I come from
the old man down,
He never doubted that the rumor was real.
But there the old man stood by the store front,
With his white cane hanging from his belt.
stop the vaping
Good luck with senior scav junior class do not miss
Senior class lemme show you a lil somethin like this
Man its the class of 18 we
Well there's blues, blues everywhere I go
Well there's blues, blues everywhere I go
I'm going to find my good man, ooh ooh, I won't be blue no more
eighty-five well
When his stash slow, he be crazy
Say he by his moms, hit her on her payday
Junior high school dropout, teachers never cared
They was paid just
do drive-bys all day
And bought a pair of Beats just because they fuck with Dre
We support Compton, support Compton, support Compton
We support
some food man
I'm a blue collar guy needing white collar money
(I, I, I, I need that)
I'm a blue collar guy needing white collar money
(I, I, I, I need
unexpectedly
And out of the blue (Out of the blue)
With you
As the man in a glass cage weeps
For what he lost cut too deep
The world brings sorrows to the bone
and climb up the hill
Man sees the mountains and the deep blue sky
Man has to struggle till the day that he die
Well yes siree Bob them there's
Sunman
Never shake with the wrong hand, you might get Mac-ked by the gun man - bang bang!
Black and white yea we fly, bye, hi-gh and rise to the sky
Pink
a rich, rich, rich, rich girl, man
I'm sick and tired of the stories that you always tell
Shakespeare couldn't tell a story that well
See, you're
eighty-five well
When his stash slow, he be crazy
Say he by his moms, hit her on her payday
Junior high school dropout, teachers never cared
They was paid just
We live in a world where a man is judged by the color of his skin
We can't win, not the content of his character, they scared of you
22 million
out"
But as we ran, there were the boys in blue
Pointing their guns at my four man crew
They shot down one, they shot down two
Now tell me what
lied
When I said that I would be a
Big MC by end of school term
Man thought that I lied
I'm chatting to some girls outside
Screwfacing a couple boys
out"
But as we ran, there were the boys in blue
Pointing their guns at my four man crew
They shot down one, they shot down two
Now tell me what
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
the gun and began to shout
"ay y'all all lets break out got 'em dip out
Now as I left there goes the boys in blue
They pointin they guns at my four man
Jenny grew up wild, like a blackfoot daisy
Out in the shack with a blue tick hound
Broke as hell, but blessed with beauty
The kind that a rich man
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