it round here 'less ya know fa sho' it's jumpin' off This nigga no games with my Hanes tee shirt, with a pic and roll chain Doo-rag, heavy blue 'Lac
always pay They always pay somehow Oh, Delilah Blue, what do we do now? Oh, Delilah Blue, what do we do now? What do we do now? Magnolia memories fill
, cause the rhythm makes your goosebumps pump I could drop you in a minute, so shut up, chump I'm down for doin, won't be called no punk Rag a pack, crackerjack
(Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back again) Bring it back again (Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back again) I cruise around in a rag
the breeze We'd slap box dead in the middle of streets And if a fight broke out, you would take up for me You're all I have left of these ghetto memories
you'll be missin' Music sweet, rag-time treat, Goes right to your head and trickles to your feet, It's a reminder, a memory finder Of nights down in
cops will be searching for weeks looking for leaks, hoping somebody speaks while your brain is washed and your memory they delete [Verse 1 - Ill
Norman curtis, oscar brown jr Rags old iron rags old iron All he was buying was just rags and old iron I heard that old rag man now making his rounds
never be found but cops will be searching for weeks looking for leaks, hoping somebody speaks while your brain is washed and your memory they delete [
my way As a rich nigga and call it a day, I play with my K Cause it ain't no people where I stay Nothing but memories and blood stains of yesterday How
the gun to the back and hop on some ass Nigga fresh-dressed and stay poppin' tags Put the (?) on the truck 'for I drop the rag Bitches want to bring
[Verse One] My first mission Running through the hood with small jacks My memories popping in my head recall that Late night creeping through the alley
rytime like Billy D Ninety-five dead leave through Tennessee Quarter pound with the chron' fuckin wit my memory [Hook: All] [Hook 2: Fish Scales + (R. Prophit)] Peanut butter (Rag
t stop [? ] In the screens glow when the trunk pop [Tum Tum:] Yeah Gripping on the grain (grain) Candy stay in the lane (grain) The memory of Fat Pat
think that you can to whoever you needed to. Far away from the rag trade Far away from this maritime state Far away from the rag trade Far away from
s murder, I'm a server Lyric life sentence Relentless, a menace to society Full of robberies so **** it I hop in the bubble Wrap the Beretta wit a rag
snipped I was rag-doll, horizontal, two limbs short of fixed Link a baby pulled around the standard issued weaponry While fading as a blemish in civility's memory