Lyrics:
know it's wrong,
I have me a lover, and then I start on another.
'Cause I'm a rock and roll outlaw with a six string gun, stealin' love for fun,
Sit
the bed! I am sworn to chastity!
PIGLET: Back to your bed!
GALAHAD: Torment me no longer! I have seen the Grail!
PIGLET: There's no grail here.
GALAHAD:
Because my woman is fine as wine
And she goes by the name of Louis Line
But she didn't come here with me this time
I'm feeling real sad, but not that bad
it like us, no
I'll go Clapton, they still clapping
Rock beat banging but the boy still rapping
Yea I'm back pulling rabbits out the hat
Like Chris
Don't make me have to relapse on these hoes
Take it back out to taxing them roads
When I was hugging it, niggas couldn't do nothing with it
Straight
Don't make me have to relapse on these hoes
Take it back out to taxing them roads
When I was hugging it, niggas couldn't do nothing with it
Straight
Well they heard some sounds in the songs we wrote
Welcome back by paying you note for note
Been a long time playin' that rock and roll
Not a thing's
I bring the thunder
With a lighting crack
Peal out and move forwards
Head forth and never look back
You can have your
Riches that's fine by me
Gonna
And you know I got the Draco on me
Niggas falling like it's plinko homie
Oh you wanna talk dirty on me
Leave yo girlie feeling really lonely
Milly rock
to the finish line
Member back on Harlan drive
Thats where we relieve the pain
It was me Bugg Cole and Cosa
D Lock Aaron Skee and Wayy
Member back on Harlan drive
save no hoes I ain't got no Cape G
I used to take em down after all the parties
N I know by now that they probably hate me
See I used to fuck em once
N
gotta go pro once
Hit him wit the shotgun call that shit the stop button
Call me doctor car-ter aka young wild nigga
Aka no trial nigga AK click clack
thought I couldn't flow
To a track laid back by Kid Rock G
Now even white bitches in the subberbs they jock me
With a smile pow wow they want this getto
and fries
And you can pass me a lettuce. I'm a pass it by
(Kool Rock Ski): So keep shoveling, (Ha!) onto my plate
Give me some sweets and lots of cake
(Prince
to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
Contained by wild
Giannas)
Flexin' every time I catch a play
Feel like Mike Thomas (Mike Thomas)
I'm tryna see you with your bands up
One hundred million by my lonely
I don't
Rock out that bitch with my brudda
She don't wanna give me lovin'
Fuck it we ball we stuffin
Pockets they fat like a pooh
Shout out that bitch
road for so long I mind as well head back home
But I been on this road for so long I mind as well keep on goin'
Written by A. Patouhas aka Athan Maxen
hip-hop
take Don Cartagena, as your lawfully wedded husband
Now by the power invested in me, by me
I pronounce you husband and wife
[Fat Joe]
On my way back from a wedding
I drove round some of the old streets
I got swept up by the memories
Of cold nights and warm sheets
I parked outside
Mind games mind games
Ridin' on my enemies
Devil had me trapped I was strapped
Dead to the world but I came back
The most high said to release dream
Don't make me have to relapse on these hoes
Take it back out to taxing them roads
When I was hugging it, niggas couldn't do nothing with it
Straight
bodda
Dancing nice back again from "Syvah"
Catch da rock 'ya
Dem nuh know ah weh dem run up inna
Di dance 'ya wanted by everybody, dem seh ah killer
me, Chocolatate'
Take 'em and rock now play
Do the fuck what I say
Throw ya souls in the air like this
Flash ya bar codes while I stick 'em
With
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