Lyrics:
[Tammy Wynette - T.W.]
[George Jones - G.J]
[G.J.]
You always said someday you'd go to live
(In Southern California)
And me I'd stay right
and get it, you gotta make it happen
You gotta handle business, living like an assassin
Be sure to pack a weapon, now I don't have a gun
But I got sense
George cloooney, Rick the ruler, Unruly
Stay low, keep firing Ankle shoots only
It don't mean cause I'm famous that I don't get Loner
Cut the ones that
with the Stones
Once He even opened up a three-way package
In Southern California for old George Jones
[Chorus]
The years went by like sweet
Write a little save-a-hoe speech all these fake-ass hoes
Fake punk-ass bitches
Do you know what i mean?
Fuckin'em up like this, man...
$hort
Love the mafioso movies
Grew up thinkin' shit was normal
Til I seen us do the same
Then we get locked or George Floyded
Give a fuck about these views
If
(I have called you by name)
(Guitar rattle)
When I think about driving with you on the backroads
On a nice purdy day
When I think bout driving
another story so these dudes
I get a phone call about three
Days later some dude is
On the phone, "Yo I’m So-and-so, I claim
This and claim that yo, yo
What
(it's the man right 'chea)
The man
The man right 'chea (it's the man right 'chea)
Here I go, here I go
Y'all mothafucka's betta get ready
(it's the man right 'chea)
The man
The man right 'chea (it's the man right 'chea)
Here I go, here I go
Y'all mothafucka's betta get ready
killing all these unarmed victims
Like Dontre Hamilton And Eric Garner
John Crawford And Laquan McDonald
We had Michael Brown Akai Gurley
Tamir Rice and I
'll redirect you to the new terrain
You just follow while I lead, I promise you a better day
Eyes on the mission, I don't negotiate
Breath taking missions but
These niggas ain't talkin' bout shit, I'd rather get to the money, barely catch me in the mix
Ol, broke, boy, better find a way to get that fix
Your
Written by Redd Stewart and Ernest Tubb
(As performed by George Jones)
When the postman delivered the letter
Well, it filled her old heart full
i'm like a dead end
You can't get nothing by me (Stop it)
I'm Nino Man, I keep shooters behind me
They knew how I was comin'
Already when 'Kiss signed
for it all down at the grand Ole Opry
You can go walkin' through the Hall of Fame
And one by one, remember the names
Willie Nelson, Jimmy Rodgers,
to get busy, busy?" (Yes)
No dice, chill, whoadie (no)
In life, feeling dizzy
Oh, having visions of the city and I go to war
See me in the day through
to get busy, busy?" (Yes)
No dice, chill, whoadie (no)
In life, feeling dizzy
Oh, having visions of the city and I go to war
See me in the day through
gotta have guys working downfield.
COMMENTATOR 1:
I am still blown away by the breakaway speed of the rookie 83, Valdes Jones.
Crosby Allen lines up for
many
Boi I got so many
Boi I got so many
Boi I got so many ways, ways to get paid
Wake up every day
Money to be made
Poppas know my name
Boys
bitch
I get annoyed by these bitches can't get invested with them
I don't compare myself to God but lately I'm feeling like Him
I be lookin' like
you're feelin' alone
This is the story of Angela Jones
I don't know (I don't know but)
What I've been told
Just get your money don't lose your soul
these words aren't yours. But I tell you friends
that one day
You're going to get down on your knees,
you're going to get down on your knees,
you're
I know that job got you stressed out
No time to yourself at your own house
Every bad days seem like it never ends
But trust me it gets better my
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