Lyrics:
We got some culture for you
Come everybody and just move Your body
While we tell the story about Uncle Tommy
Uncle Tommy he was our Family
He came
Where you at Z
Tell them that im doing my thang
Tell them that im doing my thang
Tell them that im doing my thang
And everywhere i go
They call me by my
the L B C
For you are the C
Holler at your uncle Snoopy
Holler at your uncle Snoopy
I paid my dues and now it's time to make a change
Gotta make that
Me and my uncle went riding down
South Colorado, West Texas bound
We stopped over in Santa Fe
That being the point just about half way
And you know
introduce you to this new thang
With the bible in your hand
Everything's gone change
I roll with god in this game
You still on that level
Out a whack, New
to the point where I'm runnin' by myself
Never knowin' where I'm goin' start to wonder myself, yeah
Money was a necessity, my greed got the best of me
You
Mac
All that good stuff
You too Fred love you boy
Sun out
You got yo buns out
Sundress on
I got my ones out
Forces on
Like I'm in fazoland
My boys
hella at me man, I'll help u link up with my man,
I'll only get 10% outta it if things go right and that is called service fee Hahahahaha
Eyy by the way,
, ain't got no shame
Step in the club like it ain't no thang
Sittin' at the bar while I sip on dranks
Girl wanna holla tryin' to run that game
I just
nobody give me ****, I got my **** on that interstate
Made sure momma had food on that dinner plate
You not a boss if you ain't never took a loss
Some
bout a thang nope
I ain't worried bout nothing
Everything cool, no fronting
Look, I'm smoking kush and that's everyday
I'm filling up a Backwood with
ain't squared up but
I don't care
Sucking dick Till we straight
Sucking dick 'til we're straight
If you're confused let me demonstrate
Whipped that thang
my own, own thang, thang, (damn!)
And if you got a problem with' that,
Then the Nina go bang, bang! (bang!)
And I be everywhere on the map!
But I rep
I got a thang for you
So Baby tell me what you feel
Should I touch you
Or should I chill
Girl This feelin way too real
Can I be yah uncle Phil
Make
Ay, I got a 45 magnum kitted
And you will rarely see me grab my dick without grabbing it with it
If you want, I can tag ya with it
And you can tell
Ay, I got a 45 magnum kitted
And you will rarely see me grab my dick without grabbing it with it
If you want, I can tag ya with it
And you can tell
believe she got that good thang
She my little hood thang
Ask around, they know us
They'll know that's my baby (buss it)
Everybody know that my baby
uncle
R.I.P to y'all fake niggas, only Lords knows
How much I hate these fucking funerals
Reality of life got me suicidal
My inner death made me
hop in my candy car
With texas plates, pop the trunk while the neon lights say. aww
I bet you feel stupid got to confess the truth is
Bullet proof vest
all week don't got the time
If you really want to speak you got the line
That's the bottom line bitch
Come on
Aww yea
We in this thang
I'm in this bitch
no such thang as friends niggas playing for keeps for them
Dolla dolla bills yo dawg will do ya end I swear I peep game
That's why im in my own lane
the morning
Fried chicken at night
Ranch my body
Take one more bite
Waking up confused, with you by my side
I know that we just fucked
But it was just one time
But this'll be the year that we won't forget
1-9-9-9, Anno Domini, anything goes, be whatchu wanna be
Long as you know consequences are given for
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
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