Lyrics:
yall know we run the town
Hood nigga
And I keep a bad bitch around
Thick bitch, long hair, yellow, white, red, brown
Hood nigga
And my Chevy sittin
yall know we run the town
Hood nigga
And I keep a bad bitch around
Thick bitch, long hair, yellow, white, red, brown
Hood nigga
And my Chevy sittin
young girls want to be with it,
You ain't ready for the bed,
You still got a pussy like Isaac Hayes' head,
Come back in five years,
When ya grow
you're there?
I hope that they don't find me
In many years to come
With a list of things by my
Bed that I've never done
One of them being coming back
shit, this time around I never get bit
This time around I switched up my flow
Got rid of the pits and put rotts by the do'
This time around it ain't
If I could stick my hand in my heart
Spill it all over the stage
Would it satisfy you
Would it slide on by you
Would you think the boy is strange
of a sugarplum toon
Me, Busta, and Brown is gonna rock the mic soon
With a huh! here we go in June
Power cat with the snap in the rules
Throw a misses out,
the deal cousin, gave him a pound now we huggin
In the mall thugging, bugging, spent a few hundred
Shorties must be loving, shit, jigg to my Wallow's
They
The rock of my soul went to church on Sunday
The rock of my soul went to work on Monday
Clean across the levy by the railroad tracks
The other
top
Dope nigga, ayy, yeah I'm somethin' like a crack rock
My bitch got big titties in a crop top
I been cracking opps, and poppin' em like a pop rock
I
Impacting culture fighting off the vultures
Show you how to move in a room full of
(Okay)
This Ray Charles and Rick James
(Bitch)
Sam Cooke and Etta James
as hell, we took off from this earth
Rest in peace to Jerry Springer or what it's worth
Yeah, my eyes is brown, they change color when I'm hurt
Told that ho
Yeah, check it
Yo yeah I smoke weed now I don't give a fuck
And I also tote guns in case my dram pop up
It's crew love I spit two at every few
in our minds
These 14 miles were only worth the while
Cause I'm floating down by your side
As the leaves they fell from their trees
As autumn took my
They can feel the heat from way back
It's a new day I'm not the same
Lost time then I found my way back
Sweet with the rock when I get in the game
She
a long shot hey
Chuckwick Bill, a.k.a. Charles Libre
A short nigga with some long nuts
Drop you dead in your bed, now I'm ready for a long fuck
my brand new scaper
Gators on my feet, money in my pocket
I gotta do a show so you know I'm bout to rock it
See my homie $hort, layin' low-key
I
handcuff Bert Reynolds
To Jim Brown and escape with Raquel Welsh
Isn't my queen lovely? feed her rum of rays
And ice cream, shower her with diamond rings
Heavy metal thing, rock, wit Mos and Pos and us
Written flows get broke down by the comas
From L.I. lawn, I green shit up in my wallets
To fly
on me
Got your baddie on me like Dexter
Circle the end of the college home
And then vroom vroom, my brown Vespa
Stand on my ego, high heels
Can't even
don’t want us to Dream, so they killed Martin
By any means and they killed X
Then they killed Fred right in his bed
No the revolution aint dead
Raise ya
a bed, in a bed
By the waterside I will lay my head
Listen to the river sing sweet songs
To rock my soul
River gonna take me
Sing me sweet
a bed, in a bed
By the waterside I will lay my head
Listen to the river sing sweet songs
To rock my soul
River gonna take me
Sing me sweet
the bed, bathed in my answer
At the Stu Bang on Wax like the candle
Idris I'll make you say Damson
If we fuck I'm just glad you a Damsel
Carib girl she hope
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