for all my thundercats that feel my flow To slang weight, my young guns will steal ya o's Catch a bellin down Lukerson & Hunt de-real a ho In ya top piece
This for all my thundercats that feel my flow To slang weight, my young guns will steal ya O's Catch a bellin' down Lukerson & Hunt de-real a ho In ya
and this water make yo' trunk rattle So if it's beef you searchin' fo' I run with poachers who hunt cattle And it don't matter, if you crunk in the club
read the trail your feet made, each step was deliberately placed. It looks like you know where it leads but I see nothing but leafless frozen trees. About a ? mile
just mouthing the words. The token tantrums just aren't enough, Nor is speed and weed and the Positive Creed. Exclusive clubs where the various tribes
guitarman Don't need a guitarman son So I slept in the hobo jungles I roamed thousand miles of track Till I find myself in Mobile, Alabama At a club
I was laid around bored to tears watching flowers grow I got my car and drove to town tried to find a show Cruised around for an hour or two, hunted high
all my thundercats that feel my flow To slang weight, my young guns will steal ya o's Catch a bellin down Lukerson & Hunt de-real a ho In ya top piece
no point in just mouthing the words. The token tantrums just aren't enough, Nor is speed and weed and the Positive Creed. Exclusive clubs where the various
and this water make yo' trunk rattle So if it's beef you searchin fo' I run with poachers who hunt cattle And it don't matter, if you crunk in the club
You know I got that purp Chicks waitin' in the car and they poppin' percs And roofies, while Im in the club on the hunt for a groupie To do me and her
