Lyrics:
Holly
FOUR
Wayyy more
H O L L Y stock
GME not a game stock
But we getting gains you know, times rough
L O dub don’t show love
They left here all
Uh right uh
Yeah
Need some cash
I don't need to get close
Need some bands
Like I'm living it kosher
They all bite on my lines
But they choke
I need
looking for recruits
My father is living proof that it's blood in the fruit
Watched him heal sickle-cell like a simple achoo
Now he at you, by the way bless
the simple
Yea I want begin our time together by informing some and reminding others
That our God is intentional
In other words the actions of God are never
And the rest of the world fast asleep
Pictures being painted by
People's interpretations
Or what they wanna hear in
All of my situations
I ain't come here for
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, you better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4
"it’s a 1-of-4"
Fuck smoke, bitch we blowing strips like O’s
Me and Frendi on the Westside San
Jose we throwin 4’s up
Said she want the real white
Just
be different to make a difference
Stop living life in them old pages
My time is short and my chances slim
That's why I speak with bold phrases...
What
southern niggas in these streets
Yeah I'm candy flipper, you can have a picture
While I pose like a playa, by the candy with ya
Koopa never have no time
occupied by the real
And it's laced with a pace, so ya mind finds appeal (aye, aye, aye)
All bass to the face, I'm pissed off
Big G, I'm 3, I'm Chris Paul
long time ago, John Boy Ice
Geronimo po-lice jumping out Chryslers, easywider paper
Pops puffin his sess, punching his chest like a gorilla
Outside was
I Feel Like I’m Living in a Country Song
Words and music by: Anthony Paul Alunni and Michael John Argyrakis
OPENING
Well, I feel like I’m living in
D
I had a little horse named Paul Revere
Just me and my horsy and a quart of beer
Riding across the land, kicking up sand
Sheriff's posse's on my
With bigger balls than Ru-Paul
Strap with 4-4's down to execute all y'all
Don't want to see us niggas on a mission
150 round drum 45 slugs bitten
No
with a start
These days he divides his time
Between Los Angeles and Miami
Living entirely out of luxury
Hotels at the moment, he's
Staying in
D
I had a little horse named Paul Revere
Just me and my horsy and a quart of beer
Riding across the land, kicking up sand
Sheriff's posse's on my
{DJ Paul: talking}
Ah yeah, the scariest motherfucking Klan
In the motherfucking land. Who run us?
The good, the bad, the motherfucking ugly.
It's
Wassup Buck?!
One time for that boy Paul
Rosenberg! Wassup, dawg? Ayy, but anyway
Turn this shit up right now! It's going down
Right now with Clinton
the collections
Ask around they gon' tell you I been tested wooh wooh
Living in a time where's is cool to throw shots
How you living off the hate like its yo job
Heaviest hitter of 'em all
And I drop bars hard as
You got dropped by Paul
Oh, you bringin' up Paul? it
Didn't burn at all
Lookin' like a freaky Chia
Pet
the cross
But irony is that most the love is lost
Most times I fell stressed
Living in captivity and still blessed
Trying to get my family free from out
mind on the money and the game don't play
(Paul Wall)
When the base going down better protect ya neck
Boys steady dripping when they gone off
patna)
One time for the eastside, you good then you my bruddas them (my brudda)
That, that's it, feel upset, murder by the kid
That, that, doin' all
patna)
One time for the eastside, you good then you my bruddas them (my brudda)
That, that's it, feel upset, murder by the kid
That, that, doin' all
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