(Intro: Barron Ricks) That's right nigga, dynamic duo style, what? Green horn in a cadle style motherfucker (Barron Ricks) Oh shit, my styles' progress
, and I'm shovin' that whole post office further Right off the surface, to the serpents in the darkest and the farthest corner [Royce Da 5'9"] How many
I see your Lex duped out, your sunroof's out Now look at me droppin' three in your dome two to your mouth Leave a nigga head blowin' his horn, with his
be hustling to make a million Lord, knows ain't no love for us ghetto children, so we cold Rag top slowin' down, time to stop for gas Beep my horn for
I was at a funeral the day I realized I wanted to spend my life with you Sitting down on the steps At the old post office The flag was flying at half-
Planning permission tied to post We read when we're waiting for bus Is always double-checked 'cause we so often suspect They plan to build something on
find you, hey, hey, hey. I stare at the post card. half jack rabbit, half antelope. now I know it's called a jackalope. Ny little bunny with horns. kinda
Now dig what I say, uh, make me say it one more time Himalaya play maker, stashing goods and get the stepping Seven minutes in heaven, so I gleam the Lina Horne
the day Thru the swetty crowdy downtown With the streets of coblestones I love this town whatever they say Without claiming to be loved By the lamp posts
You?ve been away roamin? far away from here Weathered a storm, your heart unafraid Crossed every ocean in the boat that you made Been blowin? your horn
Dairy Queen They?ll be itchin? to turn on those red, white and blue lights Well, just like my daddy I was born a drifter I got a rebel heart and eight ball shifter Horns
with army charm The eagle lands, army commands Oi, American soldier America's boy American soldier America's boy Cowboy corn and bugle horn On son, don't post
life alive You're your own judge But you post no bail Like an emperor makes his palace his jail Hey all you traffic jam zombies Just honk your horns
and bowling and tattooed by the sun a circus made by the prayer of breathing and living hope and barbed eyes where coyotes hang and cowboys hammer posts
and tattooed by the sun a circus made by the prayer of breathing and living hope and barbed eyes where coyotes hang Page 2 and cowboys hammer posts
of my carmel chicks She said I mean be careful I think they talking on some hate shit Despite the talk of the town, I'ma be there For 45 minutes when you hear the horn
