Lyrics:
Big, bad, and bold B-boys of old
[Charlie 2na]
Yo, yo, well it's the angelic man-relic clan repellent
My plan parent manuscripts withstand bullets
This is the story of Nashville’s most famous murder trial. In 1913, Anna Dotson received five days in jail for the murder of Charlie Cobb, the owner
Yeah
Seven, oh, seven
Yeah, Charlie Hustle
playa', playa'
What's wrong with these old niggas, man?
D-day, what's wrong with these niggas?
done by Mr. Zappa that I think are unfair to our country.
I think, from the beginning, to say that this is going to be balanced, when he has this
thing
Uh
It's just my friend
With a manual vault
That is a real Lambo
Oh Yah
Fudge yah
Moan
Charlie! Charlie!
Okay so what is it that makes this
legends of story and sea
Tone, Charlie's good grief
The sole of Jane's good feet
Those who never hear the strange fruits
Think his tooth isn't neat?
Brrrah Brrrah Brrrah Motherfuckers Wah
This is Lil Dinky
And this is Eauldie
I can't fall asleep, too many rhymes inside my cranium
I'm raining them
On a Sunday I got dope
Inside the Sheets
While I'm smoking by the beach
I barely talk so I just
Mostly vibe with Me
Roll it tight and breathe
Get my
sent her away
I am so tired
Charlie play me
One more tune
This ain't the city, man
I've got no rhythm section
But with this compass
I'll find us some
never even called me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me Merle
it took ya
She's a real looker
They say her old mans a bootlegger
Transporting in any weather
And at this rate we'll never get her
Fellas, think
I dedicate this one to the groupie
And the charlie, all on my snoopy
Brothers keep askin, "ice cube yo when will you bust"
They surround me and make
livin' and we alive
Charlie thought I would make it without him, now he surprised
At the Grammys lookin' down from the stage, right in his eyes
I told
Me and you, she says: 'we're like an odd pair of shoes
One slightly stylish and one slightly plain
One for the nightlife and one for the rain'
I
Up a lazy river by the old mill run
Lazy, lazy river in the noon day sun
Linger awhile in the shade of the tree
Throw away your troubles, dream
It was all right there in front me
While on a club kid's high
On old folder labeled photography
With naked photos inside
Acting as if it were not
it's silent like Charlie Chaplin
My striker's eighteen with a hightop, this kid's looking like Marcus Rashford
Got so many, so many enemies, got so
with it
Have a nightlife like go do some shit
I would take a right, right, right, when I could've took a left
Yeah I love the work and the stress
Yeah I
got older and I started to pop shit
Now my old crushes askin' when I'mma drop this
Same time, my bank account just made a deposit
Never take it for
and says
""My family's gonna take over this council estate
If we keep on giving birth at this rate""
""I'm gonna be a great-great-great-grandma
By the age
She's a real looker
They say her old mans a bootlegger
Transporting in any weather and at this
Rate we'll never get her"
Fellas, think it's time to call
Lil niggas claim that they're talking the hardest
Wouldn't even get booked for the gigs by their fathers
Out here tryna live the life of an artist
Testin testin
It's game orienfested, size six-ex vested
K-Cizee.. JoJo... that boy Too Sheezee, Todd Shaw
and Earl Stevens, a.k.a. Charlie Hustle
homie
She gotta show love to my homie
Tryna get down? my homie
Fuck round get killed by my homie
Play enough game by my my homie
I know they heard about
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