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Yeah, it's time to wake up Wake up and cake up It's 187.4 FM on your dial The number 1 station via satellite, CD, radio and your stereo
******************** Well its high noon at the U.K. corral, & its high time I got myself back on the rails, I'm the lonesome cowboy, ridin across
gun in the back Twisted barren branches Break up a cloudless sky Time’s running out As the miles roll by When the boys got to the farm house It was
on my seat Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me Bitches know it's time out They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out' They want to fuck
lesson Do not mess with Lil Big Boy Smith and Wesson With a fully loaded clip Takin lives what I do This is it You chose a life That you know you'd never
chauffer Who woulda knew Man I used to get whipped by the Smiths and the Wilsons Now I'm in the whip with the Smiths eating Wilsons You would probably think
another bitch I do this shit all on my own Smith and Wesson .45 on me So please stay in your zone Forgiatos for them niggas That we're always by my side
at Darlington. How in the world could a nine-year-old child hit 197 in a time trial? The man said Momma ought to be ashamed... "but by the way son, tell us what's
time I get older (ay, ay, ay) I got a chip on my shoulder Ocean's Eleven, MAC-11 make you play with your life By the sea let you die Throw you in
staggered out into the snow And left a stain that didn't go Until it was found in four million and three By descendants of Smith His snuff box and his
F#m D E When you were standing helpless on the outside of the door Bm E A And you started
A C D A Come you ranks of labor, come you union core, C D A And see if you remember the struggles of before, F#m D E When you were standing
to show what time it is At the rooftop, I was with Doug E.Fresh and Slick Rick 'La Di Da Di, Who likes to party?' was the fat shit I mean I saw this
So Fine Featuring J. Rob, Isaiah Sharkey & Eric Gales Written by: Bobby Ray Sparks II & Antoine Smith BOBBY SPARKS MUSIC (BMI), ANTOINE SMITH MIXED
frame, books and shelves, not afraid by myself Metal strings, glowing tubes, Bessie Smith sings the blues Key and lock, dirty clothes, misunderstood poets
up at the stars For a couple hours, turned off all the lights on the cars The world was ours it was yours It was mine The time flew by like it was
you’ll ever play Limousine is standin’ by We get inside and drive a while F.M. station soundin’ good And gettin’ better every mile Hotel lobby looks
know why cause I was Frivolous but now I’m a saver I’m a hustler by nature I can sell bread to a baker Sell a fence to my next door neighbour I wanna buy
minutes Its been like five minutes, I walk out the room followed by nine dimes I can't even lie me and you surely had some fine times Now you rocking
Yeah no fu fu lame shit nigga only gang shit By the way Scotty Way Aye I Get bitches while I'm getting paid Oh he stole my flow guess its time For
these rappers mumbling making millions The one time I drop a single, don't nobody seem to hear it Ya'll so iffy, streakier than JR Smith against
(BBK Ran) Dont come rollin in my section Yea this shit gone get hectic We gone lay that pussy down Hit him with that smith n wesson Leavin stains all
[Hook by Blam] This is sumtn' 4 urrbody get yo' hands up On the grind, money on yo' mind get yo' grands up If you on top getting hella guap stand up
shouted on chain gangs Pain they felt, but it helped them to maintain Scott Joplin's rags, Bessie Smith's blues St. Louis blues, they were all the news
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