Lyrics:
an impeccable back
In the whole of St james's
The smartest of names is
The name of this Brummell of Cats
And we're all of us proud to
Be nodded or bowed to
By
I got the game by the throat, and I ain't letting it go
Put that on my soul. Only the realist will know
Steady gaining control. All my life I was
It's Warpath Records
It's El Charrou
Yeah Yeah
It's King George
It's El C baby
Let's get it
Yeah
The game ain't know I was coming 'till it happened
up a rock and
It totalled my car!
Oh, do you
Know any trucks
Might be bound for the valley?
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar
chances
Damn that shit hurt me swear it got me in my core
I was sea sick and I ain't even by the shore
All this baggage damn I should've left inside
to them peoples
No evisu It's not in my genes
Soon as I land got the hammer on me
Bought fifty Ps made a whole band of each
Band of each
Boston George
brings
There's more to life than what your eyes see
Turn on the light to see the light
Turn it off to be in darkness
It's a pogo stick
By George you're
a little much
Bouta jump right in like it's double-dutch
Bouta eat it like its dinner and I ain't eat lunch
We got the bars no candy bitch this ain't no
there's no exception
I'll tell an interviewer next question
That way I have to deal with less tension
More time for listening to George Benson
I throw
It’s hard to keep your name clean when all of your friends out in the dirt
You gotta pray for my soul the day they lay me in that hearse
Cuz I been
and the cork
With both knees on the floor
As I thrust in and obey all the laws
Of the Congo dynamics
By Okafor
George the jungle
As I pull up in my lambo
Use my
Accepted by Manhattan's elite
in all the places that were chic
No party was complete without George
Along the boulevards he'd cruise
and all the old queens
of the great white way
Accepted by Manhattan's elite
In all the places that were chic
No party was complete without George
Along the boulevards he'd
of the great white way
Accepted by Manhattan's elite
In all the places that were chic
No party was complete without George
Along the boulevards he'd
Okay last time, this is drugs
This is your brain on drugs
Any questions?
Welcome home George Young (RIP McBride)
The real Boston George
It's that
the world to rights, sit back and watch it all slide by
It's a view from a train, pay somebody else to drive see the suits,
I see the suits sunning
or angel dust up on the corner
I'm dirty like pneumonia
Stylistic, Erick makes the world go round
I'm devious mischievious, and if y'all believe in this
then
the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
He whistled a tune
Igrew up in north alabama back in the 1970s
When dinosaurs still roamed the earth.
Speaking, of course, of the three great alabama icons:
George
Big boys don’t cry resta zitto e shove it down
Per questo indosso cuffie e parlo solo con il sound
Quanto costa esser felici cosí faccio il conto in
From the streets to the suites from the trunk to the block
LLC, then we sign on the dot
Control the plot and all the money in the pot
It's a new way
Okay last time, this is drugs
This is your brain on drugs
Any questions?
Welcome home George Young (RIP McBride)
The real Boston George
It's that
guap up hot stuff, you not tough
Let's play a game of Trouble and when I pop up. poop
It's with the glock tucked, crocked up in a dropped up
low like
AVENGE GEORGE FLOYD
CHORUS:
ALL RIGHT, YO!—IT’S MY JOB TO PROTECT US
WHITE FOLKS—USE YOUR PRIVILEGE AND STEP UP
INSIDE FOLKS—USE YOUR CLOUT
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