Lyrics:
Casey Jones was a brave engineer
He told his fireman to not to fear
Says, "All I want, my water and my coal
Look out the window, see me drive
at me I think I know why
I'm doing me and I ain't gotta try
And you just watching life go by
Stop doing that window shopping
Ima get to it I ain't got no
I hate driving while I'm high, it's just not my speed
We won't do drive-bys in the night, it's just not our speed
We was down bad by like 5, then we
Waiting around a crew of thugs
That parade in blue and yelling 'cause
(Whats up? 'Cuz)
Ate by selling drugs
'38 snub in the waist, in case fools lose
asleep with some with a freak
'cause the chicks I deal with give me everything cheap, chief
[Mr. Cheeks]
I hear them talkin, we push the whips and still
an experiment!
Class: Yeah!
Teacher: We're going to test the law of gravity, just like Galileo, by dropping two objects out the window--one heavy and one
money
I'm just getting to that mula
Everywhere you see me at I keep a shooter on
Mr fuckingniggasbitches back
I be on some shit in fact
Caddy like
not come in on Monday nights
You're in for a real treat, ladies and gentlemen
Give it to Mr. Hall
Rip out my soul from the depths of my flesh
you the worst
Punk ass nigga kinda jocking now
You ain't down cause I trust nobody
[chorus/master p]
I trust nobody x2
[master p]
One by one in this
You gotta keep it cool son
Cuz you know heat rises like a beluga
Gaspin' for air while you're passin' it by
Starin' out the window from the passenger's
Clouds passed by the window and I wanted you to stay
The words just wouldn't come out right that day
And as the lights of other lives turned
to leave this town?
And shouldn't widow Jones be told to keep her window shades a pulled completely down.
Well Mr. Harper couldn't be here cause he
children could see I'm the shrine for the fucking blind
Vietnam mama ball her son know nuthin but raw
Whom tattoos the boy choose
I'm winnin by 4 steps
against the window
What happened to the tunes then
On a highway
I know they are not moving
Moved by conversation
I'll pretend I know what they say
up by a nigga, I served twice
He got picked up, then he bitched up
Like he was 'bout to serve life
I turn dope to dollars, how you explain that?
pimp
eerrie pimp and gangsta!
eerie gang
eerie gang
eerie gang
eerie gang
pimp and gangsta!
(Mr. G'stacka)
I'm leanin back and rollin up the window, we
need some works on the brakes
My passenger side window sometimes it just don't wanna raise
I hear bumps and crunks, pings and ticks and things
I got
different to me
Well how do they open
Like ninety degrees
And how many windows
Too many to see
Mrs. jones
Hmm, I got a question
(How do you feel)
How do you
later
I'm Mr. motherfucker Mr. moneymaker
I'm Mr. make your bitches day by how I break her
Get this bitch up off me, get this bitch up off me
Get this
The black bone is on the table
You think it could be Dad
It could be anyone you care about
Looking out by the window
The sky has turned to black
a Cuban cigar
Sittin' by the tree in your neighbor's yard
Or outside of town where the wild things are
Just tell me where to park, tell me where to park
around
We were waving our arms out the window
Of a fast moving passenger train
Acting in an irresponsible fashion
Until the engineer whose back had
the trip to the Promised Land
Casey Jones climbed in the cabin Casey Jones orders in his hand
Casey Jones leanin' out the window taking a trip
conquer
Chocolate seats Willy Wonka
Passenger Pretty Woman
Direct a fact bring your compass
You bringing Carson you bringing Compton
Y'all bring
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