Howdy folks, this is your old buddy Shorty Medlocke I?d like to tell you about an old bunch of fox hounds I got Ole Ring, an Ole Tige and Ole Rover And
the ice of frozen lakes, run with the fox Along the lanes a lover takes, run with the fox Beneath a moon, a Christmas moon, run with the fox And sing
'all motherfuckers know how it's goin' down Gotta get that paper y'all That's right, uhh Uh huh uh, yeah, Roc-a-Fella, yeah Paper chase y'all, paper chase
The butterfly sailed on the breeze Past a field of barbed wire trees Where golden dragons chased around Pampered poppies on the ground Two silver trout
Ahhhhh... Wjbs, on your radio dial With the morning of the fox, that rocks the box Expect sunshine today! For yesterday's rain has faded far away Now
from that regime Regime is a little extreme neck to neck with soldiers motherfucking marines Ja sold his soul to sing we have witnessed teen on the TV screen chase
RnB coming from that regime regime is a little extreme neck to neck with soldiers motherfucking marines Ja sold his soul to sing we have witnessed teen on the TV screen chase
'm that shit that great Mario [unverified] 'bout Clear this out, blood on the hopscotch floor Shells in the sandbox, niggaz with big Glocks Late night, movin' that junk like Redd Fox
with this Kid who punked out bust a shot up in the becon Catch me in the corner not speakin' Crushed out heavenly, UG rock the sweet daddy long fox minks
and the kill is just the reward for the chase You never get to see his face, you race You get away but you leave a trace, a clue The fox is smarter than
, yo, yo, yo To all my heads who wanna see an improvement In hip-hop culture, join this movement We need more glocks than my man Freddie Fox The knowledge
can't listen to my conscience it's nonsense, if I didn't shoot I'd be the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground Fox chased by the hound locked
, poor mother grief, so Chorus: After the fox, after the fox Off to the hunt with chains and locks So, after the fox, after the fox Someone is always chasing after the fox
you do In this garden Blood, sweat and tears Really don't matter Just the things that you do In this garden Sometimes, I like to get away Chase a thought
this linear road Bluster me. Entangle - spider web spun ('Make hay while the sun shines...') We're not victims here; we choose our way, hunt the game Chase
And I am breathless without you The wind circles among the trees And it bangs about the new-made leaves For it is breathless without you The fox chases
And I am breathless without you The wind circles among the trees And it bangs about the new made leaves For it is breathless without you And the fox chases
.i.p., the king of the south Boys know I'm paid in full, so they clocking my dollas Me, poppy, joe and fox all riding impalas I'm breaking bread with
