Lyrics:
people
Sing it, daddy
Hey
Fly robin, fly (we rock)
Ha (yeah, ah), ha ha
Ha ha (aha)
Fly robin, fly
(Taking my mind where it's never gone before)
a man
When I met Ann, I soked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
I said don't stop, do punk rock
Played a game that couldn't last
An ounce of memories from the past
The life I thought, I wanted is today
(Fox)
The second ones a rock (Rock)
The third is a coupe with a roof with no top (Top)
I pull it off the lot trunk gone pop
Grip the steering wheel with
and a V-12 machine
The first ones a fox (fox)
The second ones a rock (rock)
The third is a coupe with a roof with no top (top)
I pull it off the lot, trunk
this ho
All you chicken head hoes get yo ass off the floor
[Verse One]
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
I got gold teeth nigga
I'm from the street nigga
You got
getting him drunk, and he taking shots to the head
Now he's laying stiff off in the bed, but no he's not really dead
See that punk drunk and he passed out,
Teeth big I never fucking bark
Eyes blacker then a board
Leave you in the chalk (aye)
I ain't going back
Ain't going forth
Don't wanna talk (gang)
Chorus 1:
One for the Money
Two for the shows/
Three for the sliffs if you know how to roll/
Four for the Shots
Five drinks on the rocks/
And six for
want her her sister and
Her friend pop shots
Intoxicated now let's
Begin It is what it is
I just want what
I want fill up my cup
I ain't no punk
Maybe
whattup?
Ayo black men, you're dyin' by a dozen cousin
So all I do is walk away yo' Prince as if nothin' happened
You call me a punk, I gotta step cause
I thought I was fly
My momma rolled by in that 05 Durango and it caught my eye
I fell in love with big bodies that ride
I'll rock big body when I
To them boys in blue y’all bleed like we do.
Second Amendment Rights come strap like the Military. Protect the minds by any means necessary
(B MOR 7
wouldn't be able
Cause I'm the man with the hand that rocked the cradle, uhh
A lot of punk for the chunk baby that's a bet
Album number seven and we still
corner next day, set up shop
And it's better than slangin' in the Valley
Triple the profit makin' more than I did in Cali
Breakin' off rocks like
Triple the profit makin' more than I did in Cali
Breakin' off rocks like Barney Rubble
Cause them mark-ass niggas don't want trouble
And we ain't
of lemon
This one is the buisineisum
I don't make this drink by the gallon
I make it by the cup, then I'm stylin'
Got KFK, Slaughterhouse and Brother
underground yo
From the crown of notty hair that I wear to the funk feet
Wonder why the sisters dig the brother missin five teeth
Peace I gots to rock so
5-1 not 5-0, Im'ma be 52
Bomb drop non-stop spitting on you
Never have so many been screwed by so few
Call to save y'all, so whatcha wanna do?
loco, and year nine fezzo
And yo, how would you feel if your cap got peeled
By an looney b.g and hard is steel, so chill
For an second while I wrecked
seconds
Shit, I guess they want some mo'
Bitch
Now slyde, Bitch(x7)
Criss cross, step right
Slyde, now I'm jiggin' it
Lean left, rock right
Wipe me down in
As written by the messenger
Pigeons of Hell's Kitchen
Thank you for the dollar, hope you dig it
Clap once for the junkyard punks
Good, clap twice for
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
knuckles on the second hands of working class watches
Skyscrapers is colossus, the cost of living is preposterous
Stay alive, you play or die, no options,
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