Lyrics:
Blue Cyclone, Oooh
Well my wife went out of town 'bout a year or so back
And left me at home by myself to batch,
And after five straight nights
listen to this beat
Real soul
Your style is real old, dollar bill fold
Stackin' money ain't funny, and I'm out in UK
And I ask 'em who's the best
And they
my guitar down in the subway stations
And hope for some poor working man to throw me a dime
Well she looked like Louise Brooks from one of them old
And they dance all night on a hard wood floor to the redneck fiddlin' man
CHORUS:
Good times go by easy
Good times fly away
One night some boys from
Wingo
Met a girl at a party and I gave her my card
Man, you know that it said Napoleon Bonaparte
Peepin' out the colors I be buggin' on Cezanne
They
Man are comin' out with these bangers and dirty dancin'
Nobody puts baby in a corner
I uplift my girl, like I'm Swayze in the water
And if it's
an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka, shit
by the day
He stuck it out for nine months I don't know why
And then a little girl on the Fourth of July
Was born in the front seat of his car
It was
And they called her The Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three million sides
there in Richmond
Before that
Oh, you talking bout my hometown?, yeah
I was born out of Philly grew up in a little silly old town called Cheltenham
It
'm broke
I know I be a fiend if I smoke that coke
But if I go back to school and get educated
Be a old-ass man before I graduated
So what should I do, I
before my eyes
The memory of our first fight
Has just went by
Then I remember, that next September
You drove at night to see a guy
Who just happened to be
and after him of Jacob
She said in astonishment, Woe to me
Shall I bear a child while I am an old woman, and here is my husband an old man
Indeed, this is
care who niggas down with
I'm violatin' 'em if they was out here doin' clown shit, c'mon man (woo)
I know what happen, y'all know what happen, y'all
to nobody else
No I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself
That there's some things in this world you just can't explain.
The old man lived
Versace on me, the sky is the limit
I’m feeling like I’m Biggie out in Brook
Cause ain’t a nigga hot now as real as crook
SK, send shots at your chest plate
to her side that day and she told them one by one
Your father was a good man ten thousand miles from home
He tried to do his duty and it took him
niggas all offended by my views of the 6
When it came to boy, I said that he was a fan
Say the same thing, I said that he was a fan
Tried to do the same
experience in life
Well, I'm gonna tell you some of the things
I experienced in life
The old lady got mad with me the other night
Packed that overnight
disgust and horror she looked at me
And laughed, "Now do you think me
Pretty? What do you think now
Man?" I pulled the hatpin out and held my
Handkerchief
always countin numbuss ng
Yea
Watch me count da numbuss ng
Wes Brook
Triple up ya double figures
Hashtag
More money make ya problems bigga
Yea yea I
A tome was taken from the library archive
Ancient and arcane-
Deciphered by no man alive
Even Ghenim confesses ‘he who cracks this
Shall be revered god
far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it out
Well,
far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it out
Well,
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