curb Jack, you don't even know me Keep thinkin' wild, crush a kid when live, big on stage At a show, not even fuckin up my cool flow But this country
The teacher had you write a letter, you were eight years old About the man that you'd become and the positions you'd hold But this was long before you
early, be good to my dogs and teach my children to pray My little sister married a banker, he owns a country club He bought her a big ol' racing horse
out peelin' rubber wheels We on hidden planets, with a cosmic vision While you at the crick in the woods eatin' chicken Spockavelli, you country like
Stompin', pimpin', ain't no competition Stompin', pimpin', we the shit nigga Stompin', pimpin', bitch come and get some We got that big pimpin' and I'm big
to say That I'm trying to explain but I'll start again For you, I must be true Kuia in this country, they got rules with no reason They teach you to
but I didn't wanna miss out on all the fun So I asked her to teach me to spoon beneath the moon She just looked up at me and winked them big beautiful
for the next thirty years "This show sucks", "Yeah, but somebody might get shot During the commercial, now hang on! That's what's wrong with this country
on her right now, Big Boy! Ouch! Will you make up your mind you and me are making Dex signals. dex: Maybe some other time!... Teacher: Four score
, I didn't really ask you but thanks all the same. Pig-me and the whore --------------------------------------------- ``big bottled fraulein, put your
JONES shakes his head, exasperated, and begins to open the gate himself. The car moves forward.) JONES Stage 18, Miss Desmond. NORMA Thank you, Jonesy. And teach
me if you wanna go there Came to a school in the big city Looked around at the lights and I thought they were pretty They told me and teached me to
, so I can do what I do Get digits, call later, and teach you about you Mami giggle and smile, said she diggin my style Country boy, rugged for life,
party just would not begin, 'til you shake that ass, now shake that ass I'm like, uh, "whoa hossie" and that ass ain't playin I'm a teach it
There's a road in Oklahoma Straigher than a preacher, longer than a memory And it goes forever onward It's been a good teacher for a lot of country boys
talk the flow Fucking clown, smile nigga, honk your nose You probably looking at it like I'm making a big deal But nigga that's what I do, I make big
, there's a road, in Oklahoma Straighter than a preacher Longer than a memory And it goes, forever onward He's been a good teacher For a lot of country
move ruined it Saw the money God Brothers say by a ring Others sat by the brim Tonight high-q site Want these inocent Bing-bang And the big bang Big bang, big