daddy had and my daddy dad and my great great great great grandpa had a real crazy swag so i stand today then get down and pray that the second is now and my mind is
1, 2, you know what to do Alright, come on I'm uptight super gathered Out of the frame I shake a leg on the ground Like an epileptic battery man I'm
Us niggas is super skilled Don't pull no gun if you ain't gon' spit Click, clack, clack be the sound These police and haters is wrong, uh We buckin'
Ready for whatever nigga fuck the drama bitch what? We can make a mil take a mil tell me how that paper feel Is he real, is he real? Would it make a
get it from us, we got enough of it The dead president dope Chris Tucker was fuckin' with There's 2 things, ether the jail or the cemetary Hammers and the Hawks is
I'm smobbing in my drop, I'm feelin' like Priest Super fly top down speeding down the streets Killas on the prowl and jacking is how They get paid,
So, holla at me A brand new holiday for players of all kinds Rich, poor, blind Yellow and red, wake up the dead! [Humpty-Hump] Shine the lights, this is
young to remember Vietnam Is heroin better in a veteran's mind Than the memory of the dying laying in a line Is it the smell or the shadows heaving and
honky Makin' an average group buck dance like a barrel full of monkeys While I break out to do the shopping, boy You're makin' a quick phone call About my sound is
trial handy stuff in the glove I'ma hop in the bed, dog gon jus pop off her head (you know what is is) Tell "Oh Jay-Z chill, Cochran is dead" [Chorus
four fifth And everybody, everybody notice So too cool-cool Calvin Broadus And every woman is a goddess And every rapper is a artist Yeah right, you?re dead
funk, it is said If you can't groove to this Then you probably are dead So wave your hands in the air Bust a few moves Run your fingers through your hair This is
in the county jail which is where i sent the letter that said things are gonna get better he said you've got it all wrong, why'd you write this stupid song
(Intro) Thank Yall, How Yall Doin? Yeh, my names Colt Ford, I jus came here to do a little song for yall, bout where I come from, the way I see it, I
Intro) Thank Yall, How Yall Doin? Yeh, my names Colt Ford, I jus came here to do a little song for yall, bout where I come from, the way I see it, I brought
stop living this life One note at a time, the words you speak begin to rhyme Just one more song one more time This is the last song, this is the last song
4 (Jim Jones) (South let's go I know what it is) I gotta shout my n****z in Houston (Ay Trae what up) That ride old schools and they system is screwin
is dead or in the pen Seem like soon as your life begin it's beginning to end I'm frustrated, but you gotta smile, your time is dated You never know when
