Lyrics:
of got you by
Tio never made the call so all in all y'all had to
Decide
To survive
The projector of life
Tinkered away and then spliced
A background fit
on the brain
We're drivin' the road like old Tom Joad
Just to bang an out of tune guitar!
Boston, Detroit, Duluth by the Bay
Giggin in the Capitol Dome
Denver,
Livin' in my shoes boy, this is not shoe town
A showdown for Motown, it's a new sound
Lyrics that lick, the tick off a timepiece
Foamin' at the mouth
Livin' in my shoes boy, this is not shoe town
A showdown for Motown, it's a new sound
Lyrics that lick, the tick off a timepiece
Foamin' at the mouth
'em, drag 'em to it!
Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-hey!
Now you gotta know what a nigga do all day
Count bread make a nigga wanna bounce heads when I drop heat in
country can do for you
Ask what you can do for your country"
Excuse me
Load the clip in the chopper, flip the script and get Oscars
All my niggas is
murdered by west side Crips on June 5th, 1972
"Say, man, ain't that Lil' Country over there cuz?"
"If it is, his ass gon' be layin' in a blood river"
more hood rich livin,
I'm just tryna put us in a good position
Like just give me a minute, and we'll pull up to the mansion
Park that range by
When the fed rush in the dope spot
And your main man tell 'em how the coke drop
How he rain danced with me by the boat dock
I know when he did that, I
Don't fuss we seein eye to eye
I push the 6 and pass by you're 5
And rush hour in ya ride
Your girl by my side
We gon crush tonight right?
ray j chorus:
(slow)
We stick by the code (stick by the code)
Come to my humble abode (my humble abode)
My brain's on download (my brain's on download)
Got a heavy
thousand dollars profit, I secure it monthly
Pay me in full, lil nigga, Street Flow got that power
Sliding through the city with that weight, during rush
do-or-die, homicide
But tell me the reason for lost lives
Could it be we all caught up in a scandalous system?
Fallin' through the cracks, blinded by
Ozark Mountain Daredevils
Heart of the Country heart of the Country
Makin' a livin' out on the road
Playin' those honky-tonks
Searchin' for the gold
all about paper flips (yeah)
Get told that I move fast
Coming like I don't know what patience is
But I ain't never been in no rush
See it's all about
poles Mountaineers just won by field goals
Makin' them city folks pay the toll This land was paid for by cotton and coal
Way back there in them hills
the country (flyin' out the coo')
Fill up a Glock with nothin' but that lead and go get some money (go get some, ooh)
When in Jamaica, I was sippin' on red
hide-n-seek
I've been drivin' like I'm struck by lightin'
I think about ya and I start to speed
I might as well be playin' with matches
In a truckload
(uh)
I got my head up in the clouds livin' off daydreamin'
Still high up off of life, I know my light ray beamin'
Got up out river, nigga, now I'm
at 11: 00 y'all was
Leavin' 6: 00 in the mornin'
Cause them underage bitches had to be
To school by 8: 00
My belt always a lil' loose
To get a handgun
Way down yonder in the bayou country
In dear old Louisianne
That's where I met my Cajun baby
The fairest one in the land
Her teeth are white
bound
Clown, now tired of bein' held down
Cross my heart, hope to die blinded in some pussy
Millionaire, livin' care free, sucka free, playa haters
country can do for you
Ask what you can do for your country"
Excuse me
Load the clip in the chopper, flip the script and get Oscars
All my niggas is
wont rush him
Distracted by screens
And get smoked by your cousin
Its nothin Im respected by the killers
Made a couple moves wit the dealers
In the hood
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