Lyrics:
Howard with the free throws
Never back down that's a "G" code, for the G's its a G-O
It appears i'm a G-O-D, amongst queers, never fear tho
Yo, stop
hurrah!
The ants came marching three by three.
The little one stopped to climb a tree.
And they all go marching down around the town
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching three by three
The little one stops to climb a tree
And they all go marching down to the ground
To get out
, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching three by three
The little one stops to climb a tree
And they all go marching down to the ground
To get out
The ants go marching three by three,
The little one stops to climb a tree
And they all go marching down to the ground
To get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM!
want at least 3 from Pick-Up Poet Tree.
Pick up poet tree. Pick up poet tree. Pick up poet tree.
Which one you gone pick?
Pick up poet tree. Pick up
Maggie Creek Road
With a boy lookin' like that
He'll tell ya thangs that you wanna hear
And they'll be no turnin' back
There's an oak tree down by the lake
made of red clay
Looking above
By climbing he realized
He could not scape
Looking around
He found a passage
Dug down in the wall
It was so tight, so
I think of Andy in the cold wet clay
Those three are on my mind
With his comrades down beside him
On that brutal day
Those three are on my mind
marching three by three
The little one stops to climb a tree
And they all go marching down to the ground to get out of the rain
Boom boom boom
The ants go
bitches feel me
Cause I go by the name of (Catashtophy!)
This is how it goes down, check out he sound
Westcoast underground, who is the tightest?
I think of Andy in the cold wet clay
Those three are on my mind
With his comrades down beside him
On that brutal day
Those three are on my mind
come around and I don't get down
When I hear the sound of kak kak kak kak
They gon see when they search my corpse
Howard Thurman in the side, stored
So
thought I was over it, I thought them feelings went down the drain
Look at me now
Look at me I'm still In denial
I treat myself when I shop in Canal
It
Pin a nigga Kurt angle, sextape got 3 angles
Yo bitch chubby wit some cankles, is that why her head by her ankles
Posted up on the block, now
be rid of her!"
Quick, for the potion, we have to get three dozen crab-apples that fell off a raggedy old tree right in the southwestern corner
be rid of her!"
Quick, for the potion, we have to get three dozen crab-apples that fell off a raggedy old tree right in the southwestern corner
Hey.
Your smile is my sunshine.
Your love is my lifeline.
Break it down for me one time.
You're my sister from another mister.
You're my brother
like a beat on bus
Whole ass branch we got tree on us
Brrr bitch I'm him like a pronoun
We a scrape the rims big body it don't go down
We know all
Let me tell y’all what this must be
A couple keys wrapped under
The Christmas tree
A few pan handling, black Mandarins
One off a Candler
He could've went to Howard for law
Stayed back for the raw school was starting he was short
Had a book couldn't help only money on the floor
pounds of back bacon
Three French toast
Two turtlenecks
And a beer
In a tree, see you need more (oh, yeah)
The fifth day of Christmas
My true love
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
pounds of back bacon
Three French toast
Two turtlenecks
And a beer
In a tree, see you need more (oh, yeah)
The fifth day of Christmas
My true love
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