1 4 Call the cops I see a robbery in progress Lunatics about to steal the show From the S T L M O 3 1 4 I'm real brass to smash with a fo'-fo' mag 'Cause
Billy, crystal meth Ay, oh, ay, oh Oh, ay, oh Hello junkie and hello momma too Hello to my P.O. Deuce up to the boys in blue Billy got brass balls
the round up Pound up The God when the devil wished the cents Blaowed to the essence sinks Deep down into the blue train cover The real got surreal ?
ones Memorized by the glory, word life Cut off niggaz who killed Bill but couldn't do nuttin for me Shout 'em out every once in the blue and kid too I
like a Bosnian Serb A-drift I means a-draft I means I riff I means I raff Rap's ca-tas-trophe, don't want no brass tro-phy So okey-dokey folks, most provoke
CRUDE OIL BLUES Writer Jerry Reed Well now, listen people let me tell you some news I'll sing a song called the crude oil blues We're low on heat .
Bounce dat thang, girl (Shake it, twist it) Hat cocked hard headed from tha bad block Reds flocked I'm star studded like my shamrock Off top when I drop them bras
word like Pastor Ike, this ain't mass but like We ain't congregatin, mashin tonight The boys in blue, I'll show you what the brass is like The perfect
Harlem, through jails and gospel pews Through the class on park and the trash on vine Through Europe and the deep, deep heart of Dixie blue Through savage
it's beef in the air and why she know If anybody do she know how we flow Miami bitches you know how we blow At any event you know how we go Nice entourage lock mints wonder bras
mines, it be best you bite on the chew stick Funny how niggas be tryin' to do shit When I rock a light bling all my pinky gleam in the blue shit Bitches
where I Used to go to school I'm pointin' at an A&P All I'm leavin' when it's time to go Is my old blue jeans, an' gold Brass Zippo, teach in turn All
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottled blues And tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair Brass buttons
Summer's twilight's had them fooled Yonder come, yonder come Yonder come the blues Now, clap your hands Baby, stomp your boots Yonder come the blues
, breakin? the laws All you wannabe hard rocks, just pause It?s the MC host, Space Ghost from the coast With piggish white skin, kid, where you been? I got a blue
the crowd A whole lot of screams, a lot of broken glass Brothers like to wear their pants fallin' off their ass Girls, today don't wear no bras Little
most of them real Stronghold brass, forty slain workin' in the field But a hundred years later, I learned about my roots And how they traded in there white sheets, for badges and blue
menstruating thrills return without training bras a carpenter's dream gave that bitch fertility scars so we're donating eggs until menopause silly, trying