Lyrics:
I'm a Dogg Pound gangsta for life
I'm twice as night, yep and I dump on sight
Get through with ya'll as I catch my flight
I got a show I gotta do out in
Pull up in the whip, it's murder (it's murder)
Pull up on your chick, it's murder (it's murder)
Pull up with a stick, it's murder (greaze)
Don't give
like the Troy Davis’ stint in prison
Can’t believe the shiftiness
Like the ‘Memphis 3‘, he should’ve gotten Eddie Vedder & a Dixie chick
So pay attention
Rollin' in the whip for the hell of it
Fucked a pretty chick, and she said she was celibate
Look at yo clothes I think you is irrelevant
Ah ah ah aw
Lees everywhere, game or the flight
You might see me anywhere, day in the life
Only thing changed the tail number on the flight
I can touch down
Lees everywhere, game or the flight
You might see me anywhere, day in the life
Only thing changed the tail number on the flight
I can touch down
Shootin' bullshit with my buddies
Parked down by a river bank
(Wheels) And I'm only gainin' miles in life
Heartbeat of America just make sure
That you drive
to Guatemala
Eating shrimp by the dollar taking flights to Negril
Bitch please! and you ain't been wit Lenny and Pharrell
Me and Loon in the hills giving
To scratch my itch
I'd rather run them ditzy trixie Dixie chicks
Summa cum laude
Pull up swerving in that big body
Southern twang up in my speech
Purple chains
that country's part of me yeah
No shirt, sun burnt
Smile like I'm trouble sent
Dixie chicks, truck beds, Cheyenne, '86
Surface rust, plenty dents
the best in the game no Nintendo
I’m surrounded by green like pimentos
And I’m giving it all to my kin folk
You don’t know shit, you don’t know nada
My life
morning flights, game day lights
Jerry Rice
Flirty chicks, passin liq, plat gold mesmerized
Worthy mix, hit and quit, leave 'em paralyzed
Moan and kiss, she
of the Dixie Chicks
C'mon baby, let er rip!
Here's a love song in denim
For the co-ow-boy in you
A love song in denim
Yippee cay-ay-o
I'd like to spend the day
than a Tight End
Had a Washington Heights friend
Who bring that white in.
Set up a meeting, Her dude caught a flight in
Sat down at Sole, popped
Pac
Biggie
Even the Dixie chicks
Self conscious
Even more pressure being black an
That's why they scared thought
They could steal the land
Claim
get that ass in a hospital
Wrapped in cast from head to toe
This boy he real!
Racing those candy Sevilles through Dixie Hills
My car do wheelies they
never fix the cats and chicks who get their kicks from whistling Dixie, good Lord!
Or diminish the dominion of personal opinion, no!
Don't wanna feed
satisfaction in life
By bringing up their children to bring up their children to do the same thing
So it's all retch, and no vomit, it never gets there
live my life
Niggas all bark no bite ya bros really be in disguise
Are they really the guys
All they want is the prize
Keep a clip by my side longlivebro
chance I got
And he would begin to cry
Telling me the stories of his days long gone by
Well he started out in an old jazz band
Up in Chicago town
That old
cost for that
Risks are givens how I'm livin
Can never take a loss for that yeah
I want all o dat
Cars cribs all o dat
Bad chick all o dat
Flight trips
Is that yo whip? I got one that's faster, ay
Is that yo chick? She's the one I'm after, ay
(Ay, ay, ay)
Is that yo job? You fill me with laughter, ay
Slims
Cancer stick, she no good for me, bitch make me sick
No, I’m not the one, I’m not the trick
I need a sister soldier, not a Dixie chick
No dairy
But you so fucking sexy
Check it out
She fly with the fit
She loving the drip
So we gone do it together
My down lil chick
If I hit a lick
Then we gone
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