wanna take it back old school wit ya, match ya heel figures when I first saw the pictures. Trip to six flags hell yea i'll take you there. Jumpshot porta
late night, get right he ain't acting right Every super woman needs a super man, here I am Sight seeing, we might be in The Codra port or that new white
to your speaker, cause it's the time of day Something new for the mass, people Tribe hard, die hard, shit, harldy ever Not never, but whichever your pleasure whatever's clever We're deeper than the ports
ticky ticky buzz the sun winks the sky I fumble through my fuzz and buzz Mr. I Tell him scoop the beats in the flying saucer kit Meet me at the port
[Intro - Truck Buck - talking] The spirit of Pimp is in here (yeah) Truck Buck (uh huh), never give a fuck (yeah) 6300 Westside Port (haha) Southwest
we gettin into (to) When ties 'bout to cut it closer than a ginsu ('su) Roll through Atlanta, Birmingham, Alabama ('bama) Jacksonville to Jackson, Mississippi spittin grammar (spittin grammar) From Shreveport ('port
[Intro - Bun B - talking] Say mayne, I had this pussy ass nigga come up to me the other day You know what I'm sayin? Talkin 'bout "say Bun B Bun B you
hover trade and the sergeant of snow They call me Mr. Killa Gram in case yo ass ain't know I'm the boss baller of blow when you come to the Gulf Other
a shotty Greed made em thirsty for money So he plot, with his gat cocked I need a knot, shit is gettin hot The others said, "what could we do? It
Africa, Port-of-Prince, Knoxville, Anvan Manhattan, South Bend, Albany, Brooklyn Africa, Port-of-Prince, Knoxville, Anvan Manhattan, South Bend, Albany
Dogg, It's too valid yeah, yeah See what the fuck happens when the C.I.A. conspired? Distribute crack in my environment, the roosters crow Man, black people don't own no ports
Bank accounts, big cars Livin' good like a movie star My mama house ain't in the hood no more I moved her out to Saint [Incomprehensible] Port But it
have to take the blame Steve Earle, Steve Earle please write a song for me I promise I won't take a dime when it comes my time to leave The others wanted
sat in driver's seat Tied our shooting stars and wrapped them round a tree We could've courted Einstein, could've courted Marx We could've gone for strolls like other
could steer the waves feel like a love i thought i knew i hold my breath while we ascend and love is nothing but a memory now like the port of every place
Lord I feel you made the hills, watch them roll. I've seen the promised land, and that is all. Please be kind Please be kind What the others take; I let
Goodbye to the port and brandy, to the vodka and the Stag, To the Smithwicks and the Harp and the bottle, draught and keg. As I sat lookin' up at the
Blinded by the light that I can't see claimed to rescue me deafening the sounds I cannot hear for some obvious speeches-for others not as clear not as