Lyrics:
bitch, she washin' dick, she do it with no hands
I got bands on me, bands on me, bands on me, bands
I got racks inside my pockets, like, I don't even care
Performin surgery, fighting for your life
You nice with them hand and you're fighting
Like you Mike well I'm fighting with
The pipe, 44 Dirty Harry turn bull
Please observe me if you will
I'm Professor Harold Hill
And I'm here to organize a River City's boys' band
Oh think, my friends, how could any pool
I'm a boss, you can tell
By the bottles in the pail, and the models that we share
I'm into real estate, in a realer state of mind
We came for trigger
quick
Ride out lil nigga you know I
Do all types of shit
The money ain't know I'm finna get it
All the bands know I'm finna get it
Ride out with my team
Man my card hold figures
Which one of you niggas really bout' it
Chain filled up with fifty diamonds
Welcome to the jungle baby I'm da' lion
A nigga
I fuck with the plug um the middle man
I rotate that work like a ceiling fan
Best believe that I'm packing and Adrian He Packin' the pump he gone
fast
I'm never fucked up to where I can't whoop your ass
You'll neck'll get snapped with bare hands, fuck music
Is he rappin'? It's cool but fools,
fast
I'm never fucked up to where I can't whoop your ass
You'll neck'll get snapped with bare hands, fuck music
Is he rappin'? It's cool but fools,
can smile, baby just for me
Fix you with a drumstick, I'll do it for free
'Cause I'm the ice cream man, I'm a one-man band
I'm the ice cream man,
can smile, baby just for me
Fix you with a drumstick, I'll do it for free
'Cause I'm the ice cream man, I'm a one-man band
I'm the ice cream man,
Southern Plains Cowboy Church String Band
By Melvin E. Knoblett
Well I got up in the morning and I headed down '34.
With my 6 string packed, I'd
I pay it no mind cause I see it all the time
(Don't be fooled by the shades) don't mean I'm blind
I got a water and a stoge, a quarter for the phone
surroundings
You already know what's up with me
If I'm breathing then it's up with me
I'm from the south no kentucky
Talking loud can't change nothing
Walking
Draco back
Ill with the pen
Spread the word like it's a epidemic
Fuck the image bitch I'm spitting
And turning heads to listen
Bars infectious
the remote not working, I'm
Trying to see the fake friends from the real ones
When you make bands then they will come
Got betrayed many times by the snakes
not tired
She said go back south
For the sake of vice
From the night
She said I'm alright
So you can take your time
For the sake of vice
From the night
hard to beat
As the stranger knew then the toughest two by far were where he sat
Was a pot belly fellow from south Alabama and a dude in a black felt
with Jay Z
Parents said I'm lazy
I started going crazy
Like what the fucks the point if i'm always gonna be waiting
Still wouldn't stop this was all i
nice with his hands he don't need no band
Rocks 45's, and 33's
Rocks boys men women and young ladies
He can slice so precise it's almost fun
And he
I spent so many bands with you, think my days startin' to call
I can't lie, I'm surprised you're still here, I'll give you your props
Your tellin' me
burning off, layered thick,
a cargo that I haul, wounds and loves unresolved.
I wake up with the sun in my eyes.
The present moment tries
but now I'm back
em with the K
I heard he a lot to say
What ya heard
I’m with my Niggas chillin ridin da curb
AINT worried bout my phone
THATS why I got it on do not
give a fuck
North side nigga south side nigga
Im a south side nigga with my north side niggas
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