I wear fake gold to make up for my little cock got my rag on backwards so I look just like 2pac with my cap tilted cause im trying to hide the fact
j gone squeeze Cause all I got is misdeameanors and some acd's Y'all gon make me lay something down I promise And puff wear scarmas and listen to carl
find out Smith and Wesson Only glocks and street machines with infer beams You know what I mean Fully automatic things light up the scene And break ham like Carl
He hit the backdoor like his name was Carl Lewis Skipped to the pay phone to find out where his crew is He called up his homeboy Jose, "Word up" "Can
news but I hate to be abused I know it was a set up, so now I'm gonna get up Even if the FBI wants me to shut up But I've got 10,000 n*** strong They
' up shit just so you can remember I'm a straight up nigga that's done in, gunnin' and comin' Straight at yo' ass, a 100 miles and runnin' This one goes
the back Of the 'Greta Garbo Home for Wayward Boys and Girls' There's Carl over there with his funny old hair And he's never sad at all And when I grow up
51 Aynsley: You're Tom Wilson? Carl: Yeah. Aynsley: Yeah? Carl: Then she came out here work on the Woodstock festival. Ray: What are you doing with that chicken? Carl
The dancing stops, but the music she goes on Doggone my soul, how I love rock and roll, hey And when I hear that double-eagle guitar Makes me think of Carl
s all gone I'm on the telephone Callin' hey hey mama can your daddy come home Well I'm living fast and dangerously but I've got plenty of company When the moon comes up the sun goes
, prostates, Costco And when they finish up they leave a twenty on the table The waitress picks it up with their half-eaten bagels And when her shift is over she goes
me with him on, two-thousand-one, Browning Clowning with playas, all around me, just astounding My nigga, pimpin, Carl got staring with that hair an Rolling up
squeeze Cause all I got is misdeameanors and some acd's Y'all gon make me lay something down I promise And puff wear scarmas and listen to carl thomas
your name? Carl. Your name is carl? please carl step on to the stage. pleased to meet you carl. alright. okay? let's see-ah, is there anybody in
to rise up. They're going to jump up! I said jump up! Talkin' 'bout jump right up on off the floor. Jump right up and hit the door! Mark volman: They
(Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated) This goes out to all my peoples in the city Making ends meat, getting by Thinking 'bout the hustle, everybody struggles
