Lyrics:
So much easier to sit back, relax
Whoa, oh
Let the world float by, leaving no tracks
Whoa, oh Smooth sailing
And going nowhere
I gotta dive in
Ah,
in a big ass lamb truck
All you do is talk shit get yo bands up
I might just pop out an act a fool bag yo bitch take her back to the room
Bitch, I
the morning skies
Drinking in the sun
Refreshing in its streams
If you really are for real
Well, then why dont you ride into my dreams
Oh, Little Country
Shotgun shack on the edge of town
It's where I'll be when the sun goes down
Big money, bird dog barkin' out back
Wouldn't trade him in for
the crowd, spark your lighters, wave 'em around
If you don't know by now, I'm talking 'bout Chi-Town!
I'm coming home again
Do you think about me now
a jue with big butt
That big butt why you think they call me big boy
Armani smelling on me she can’t get her hands off
Somebody tell the gbele man neh
whole life, straight up
I wanna see the world by 35 but
For right now I'm Compton bound
Hit Rosecrans with a pocket full of dividends
Big truck speed
the solution
To alot of my problems
Father talking to Jesus concerning me
He saying Son I got him
That’s why I’m low key Nonchalant I be wildn
I do my best He do
can split brothers
Knitted tight even a little pull the rip still recovers
Oh I know why they sneaking to text I'm just better
And I know I'm high
Sho 'nuff
Sugar well
I'm thinking that you really need to b my pet (oh, really?)
And let me put you in my little cage, c'mon
I'm sick and tired
at the screen
Like what's wrong with me
Why do I do this all
As my routine
Sometimes we get a little desperate
Seeing all red, we get a little tempted
Get
Oh, pardon the big words I apply
But I was an English major at C.C.N.Y.
Drum appellation
With which I am persistently addressed
Persistently,
I said hello
She said: "Hey, you're kind of cute"
I said: "Yes, I know, but
By the way, sweetheart, what's your name?"
She said: "My friends like
Big billin, big ballin
Little nigga what it do
Dreams calling, quit stalling
My nigga bust a move
Who is you
They don't wanna hear the shit you going
follows like a zombie
My demons stay fresh to
Death, they rocking Abercrombie, oh
I might overdose but it's, O-K
These niggas clowns, Cirque Du Soleil
Big
Grindtime (oh the mercy)
Yo one time for yo man this is Grindtime check and (Welcome To The Grindhouse!) And we gonna do it West Indian Style for you
Makin plans to see ya soon when I know I'm dead wrong
Why oh why must I continue to be a hoe
When I got a fine yellow bow-legged bitch at the crizzo?
She
To enrich little bank
That they can shake up
Shake down big bank
Become the big bank
That looks out for little bank
Riches are a given
Like so many others
Oh be my sight through the night
Can you still open my eyes?
Oh hear my voice I have one choice
Whisper it closer
I need more time, can't get by, I
Right outside of this one church town
There's a gold dirt road to a whole lot of nothin'
Got a deed to the land, but it ain't my ground
This is
style, they jacking up my style
In the town, but I still keep up
Oh man, what you talking about
What you talking about
Girl when you run your mouth
When
Now a phrase and a chorus, that I used to know
now i'm swinging, and I'm bringing
Oh you fine folks here at the Paramount
can we bring a little big
shakedown
Is 'cuz a lot of niggas have fucked up
Word up, industry shakedown
Now what I mean by fucked up is
They don't wanna see the game played right
shakedown
Is 'cuz a lot of niggas have fucked up
Word up, industry shakedown
Now what I mean by fucked up is
They don't wanna see the game played right
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