Lyrics:
not see his Mother when the work's all done this fall
Submitted by Dennis Smith, Oak Ridge, NC
on me)
All my people see
(Y'all don't really want it)
Betta not fuck wit me
('cause our hood is on it)
I'm a bad block crook out hurr runnin' wild
'Bout
don't really want it)
Betta not fuck wit me ('cause our hood is on it)
I'm a bad block crook out hurr runnin' wild
Bout to run up on your ass Tommy
boisterous, too stressed
Dueling thoughts like the wild Wild West
Go take a wild wild guess
When I was a child I was filed as the best
I'll confess reality is
As we search for black people and white people
Seeking the world of the four horsemen facing
John, henry, the robot, dr. smith, and will Robinson
Will I get there
I've been gone for way too long
And I've been tryna find my way by home
Will I get there if I make millions
Will I make enough so I
Verse One:
It's not the Wild Wild West
Down here's, the Dirty South
Where we're known for gripping grain
And keeping gold in our mouth;
Don't come
more
Truer bodies will they own
All their scars seen by the scars of their Lord
And they'll be singing that song of old
A song of freedom, o freedom,
now strong
Niggas want war I get you
Murked by a wild jawn
The only reason I ain't on
And my niggas is on
Is cuz I got stuck on the
Gold pot that I'm
and a story I will tell
Of the fugitive Claude Dallas who just broke out of jail.
You might think this tale is history from before the West was won,
But
Everything is borin'
Lets go out into the wild west
I know that you feel sometimes I'm a pest
But don't you worry
I'll bring you my guitar discover who you are
Just west of 42nd Street
There runs a subway line
It's a little piece of heaven
Where the sun don't shine
She's standing on the corner
She's
I had to invest
Every time I touch the mic people say I've been blessed
Will smith out here see it's wild in the west
Man on a mission they said it
On the west coast driving big Cadillac's
Snow-white paint job with the wheel in the back
?sex talks smack if they cannot aim?
But you gotta have a brand in
the mentals
First saw Big Daddy at the place called Union Square
If you went in by yourself, it was a terror
See, I could do that 'cause my crew is kinda
hab' gehört, bist ein Revolverheld (uh)
Men in Black, Digga, nicht Will Smith, shoote wie Wild Wild West (pew-pew)
Ich bin 2LADE, wieder spät dran,
In the old wild far west, stained by the blood in the sand, in a time of pain and abuse
A shoddy whiskey glass
Abandoned at the bar
The old Jimmy
Winds will freshen later tonight to
South-west force six or seven
And there will be showers
Sometimes heavy in many
Oh sod it, I didn't wanna do this
I
Pop-pop turn your sweater to a crop top
Killin' you and whoever in that drop top
Etcetera, etcetera and it will not stop
Just shoot, shoot like doot,
Only made us evil, made us hungry, made us desperate
Youngin' in the ninth grade, he got a Smith and Wesson
Grew up with the goons, now he need
have the weaka
Speak when spoken to, yeah I broke a few
And by the way I was hoping you
Had a freak for me and a freak for you
I make 'em do for us
to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
Contained by wild
disguised and surprise
you got a hole between your fuckin eyes
Niggaz is grazed, catchin strays from the blaze
Amazed by the ways I lays em down when my shit
My warrior's scornful, hard to respond to
Dirt McGirt, be sailin' boat and in Honolulu
Brooklyn Zu, wild like Shaka Zulu
Brooklyn Zu, shots will go
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