Lyrics:
would have been a shame if I fell for every single little thing that you do
So, where do we go from here
Out of town, runaway, hideaway from here
But
a row
Lucky dog gets a big ol' bed, stray dog gets the porch
Every dog has it's day dog, but today dog just aint yours
Fat dog, skinny dog, little
itching to slide
These niggas take defeat more than some slides
Caught the opp seen the look in his eye
You talk on the net like you looking to die
Slango
space and she says it delight
Look
We got more poles than the strip club
If you ain't dakwood you a big dub
Get your game up boy you a big scrub
Stay out
Dialogue Written by Quentin Tarantino
JULES
-- okay so, tell me again about the hash bars?
VINCENT
Okay what d'you want to know?
JULES
Hash is legal
on the town
It could all be yours if you go a nother round
Don't wanna loose you in it 'cause the groove iz in it
But it really don't matter long as you be
Billy, the bum lived by the thumb
And sang of the hobo's delight
He'd prove he could run
Twice as fast as the sun
By losing his shadow at night
Now
never tried to holla
We can spend a couple million actin' silly in Milano
Boy, hit your horn, beep beep, I'll follow
Have you up in my driveway by
never tried to holla
We can spend a couple million actin' silly in Milano
Boy, hit your horn, beep beep, I'll follow
Have you up in my driveway by
I know you a big girl, you know it's a big world
Either you win or lose
Even if I flexed and I swerved, I ain't playin girl
I was waiting for you
Little Orphan Annie and sweet sue too
They've been coming around
Gives 'em somethin' to do
Their mamas all warned 'em not to come to town
It got
very little into account
So you're into loving groovy,
Sad cause this whole worlds got the blues
But do you think more of the guy
Who sat beside you
the big thots licking on my dick snot
Since the Balfour Declaration
We ain't see no hesitation
Getting blue pilled by the matrix
Stay relaxed and act
see us floating by
All I know, is money making hoes and smoking endo
If I wasn't high I'd probably know a little more
But since I don't some might
Uh
Alright, tryna put you on shorty right here, you feel me?
Uh
Tryna wife her
White Nike her
Not the white knight type
More the prince
at y'all
Hat to the back, make my way to the bar
When I'm in your town, bling, I'm gon' shine
Gimme the best bottle of your best (glub, glub, glub) wine
cuz you know I neva run
Gotta problem wit the kid bet my fists can be the sum
I can do this by myself I told my brodas not to come
I put fear in you
mind just a little
Walk down the path in the middle
Ain't no right or wrong right or left
This chess not checkers you get under my flesh
Silver your
Life ain't handing you no lemons
You getting older, life ain't granting you more seconds
You getting desperate
There's tension
Your family thinks
I could tell you a story about a man growing up
I could tell you a story 'bout a Stan who knows he sucks
I could tell you 'bout glory, 'bout fans
And If you find a little island by the side of the raod,
You might keep it from getting to you
She was a little,
Home Grown,
Yeah we just need some, Home
Drink up, drink up, drink up, Girl
You can put a little bit more in your cup, Girl
Drink up, drink up, drink up girl
You can put a little bit more in my
your life
Can't you see that all he says are true
He's forever bound by his word of truth
Trust in Jesus, behold the one Who sacrificed all because
curse, a curse to the sailor," she cried
"A curse, a curse," she swore
You robbed me of my darlin' little babe
That I shall never see no more
They
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