Lyrics:
Bartender bring me a bottle of bourbon
Yo job is observing when I'm gettin low
Still you so sly with your service don't gotta be nervous arrive
as hell a pimp can't have you for cliental rocking high heels
Showing a** for the sex appeal
Dress by Jamal rich n***** you want em all riding foreign whips
gotta take my shit and leave this place
Because I'm still not moving forward
But we both got past
And I can't change
That I had this feeling for you
You
gotta take my shit and leave this place
Because I'm still not moving forward
But we both got past
cnd I can't change
That I had this feeling for you
You
Murder of crows, gather at dusk
orange sky it glows like paint from a brush
dig my toes deep in the mud
take my soul with a wink and a nudge
take my
Can't rectify shit tell these niggas press play
In the booth electrify shit Bourbons and lacs Master P nah nah nah
Shit niggas lookin for a piece still
White people got you believing just 'cause I'm tellin' a nigga
To stop getting his head kicked in by the police
To take the gun he would use to shoot
Take a shot, not a bullet
If you’re up for the challenge, are you down for the cause
The exception to the rule when I’m living by laws
Made all
but I'm a bullet sponge for your gat clip
You suck dick to look bad bitch, we know you ain't as bad with sucking dick as you act
It's sad as fuck cuz
The crow is dead
Go back to sleep
The sun is finally setting
And you can rest your weary head for now
catch a case
AYE, leave a bullet where you lay
AYE, like the blood off my blade
AYE, gimme yo life or I take it
No negotiations I'm tryin get paid, aYE
you on one
Damn shit she got love had to put her on one
Yeah yeah she too much take a bullet to my heart yeah
Slipping and I'm falling for ya
Dodging
he was born in miller’s mansion when the mistress was asleep
the secret son of the chambermaid and master
and they sent him into hidin for his
Now if you wanna do it, then we can go and do it
All you do is grab your clip and put some bullets into it
We gon' wet them bodies up, wet them
HARRIET RODE HER CHARIOT
TO THE TUNE OF THE SKY CHART BY THE SAME NAME
SPEAKING OF NAMES, Q AIN'T MINE IT'S QUEEQUEG
TOO MANY Q'S AND U'S FOR FOOLS THESE
ha
Baby take it off for Jo-Jo
Baby take it off for Mr. Dal (Baby you got it)
Baby take it off for K-Ci (Baby you got it)
Now baby take it off for
ha
Baby take it off for Jo-Jo
Baby take it off for Mr. Dal (Baby you got it)
Baby take it off for K-Ci (Baby you got it)
Now baby take it off for
another shot
And add to the stack I got a bullet for each heartache
And by the time I get to you I'll be shooting back
Check myself into Motel 6
Keeping
a motherfucking crow
You know I’m getting my bag with the fraud
Ten bullets hit or miss aiming at your broad
That ain’t your girl that’s ours and if you got
closer than your next to kin
Thick as these and the best of friends
Take a bullet for each other
Yea brothers a light that don't come cheap
You
destined u kno dat for certain
Like my backies straight honey no bourbon
He was shook wen I seen em person
Act dumb and u kno we goin murk em
I got da wave
of the heat
I can't risk it all for nothin
Can you take control of the heat
I can feel my heart is thumping
I might find a ledge to jump
Or put a bullet in my
out when i spray if only
It inhabit yo body wit leg components
Take it for granted I'm swearin on it
Leavin for crow dead and lonely
Now ya tryin
the severing of his gut
With a burp of bourbon and a tragic scream
Don't go anywhere
Stay scared
I can't breathe
Man, I don't even want to
What about you
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