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Frank Black Big Red

Have you heard about big red? They even bought a beebread rig To help the flowers in mean space They're trying to make that place green Hope the trees

Have you heard about big red? They even bought a beebread rig To help the flowers in mean space They're trying to make that place green Hope the trees

out I'm the 'trife one, Cease, you got weed let me light one Girls of different cultures Chinese to the white ones Home players, wild thing girl slayers Cuties, big booties, Big gave Coogies Black

(M. G. Greaves) Frank loved the blue Big open skies Played an old concertina Singing loola lullabies Frank loved an angel With black Spanish eyes And

just a young nigga hangin with the thugs From the ghetto so a nigga learned to slang drugs, From ozs, to flip keys, Eye blood red shot nigga smokin dank

days of pain, my name, how to sell cocaine And I was taught to buy guns so big when I go to the roof I can aim and shoot down a plane, Infa-Red's my

to leave his stern employ. Jeff simmons: And quit the group! Bad concience: You'll make it big! Jeff simmons: That's right. Bad concience: Of course

Fifth Day, I heard she switched gay Pulled out my switch blade, ich bitch is ix nae On the Sixth Day, have her wit police Wit the frank and ? ? ? swarm

Tango, like how that movie Shane go Frank Costello, hostile fellow, he murders while remainin mellow but most of the niggaz on his team was yellow Cold blooded veins flowin with red