wind up at Cowboy Jack's We've got to take this country back We've got to take this country back We need a few more matchin' Nudie suits And silver
Intro] Yeah (Word!) Yeah man (What?) (Love me) It's Drizzy baby (Mayday!) You know what it is, from T-Dot to the world My man Repstar (Repstar!), T-Williams
you, your revenge will be so sweet Because I'm scum and I'm your son I come undone I come undone So rock and roll, so corporate suit So damn ugly, so
of Huey Newton, that's what I'm livin' through The dream of Eric Wright, that's what I'm givin' you Who walked through the White House without a business suit
Billy Joe McAlester junior showed up at the reunion Clean cut shaved decked out in Armani's best In perfect spoken english he said now days I go by William
, popping her coochie Chill while I'm chasing millions I'm a baller that would merk you like Jason Williams Don't play with villas', vacate the building Or the eights will
Fresh] Rims - 22, chick - 22, dick about 22 Playboy, now who the fuck are you? I'm mister two-door coupes Is that the cracker-gator boots? With the two piece Gucci suits
we stack chips, hardly The youth I used to be, soon to see a mill'in No more, Big Willie my game has grown prefer you call me William Illin' for revenues
"All I wanna do is have a little fun before I die," Says the man next to me out of nowhere It's apropos of nothing He says his name's William but I'm
to 5 Just to get some change so T-Mo can stay alive Not greedy or living' lavish yet but you can bet that when I do Nobody from my crew will I forget
a the n the e -- huh, ya better flee. 'cause I don't need no hoodie to be hard, shoot: I'll kill a nigga in a three-piece suit. I don't be havin' it
Pigs lick shit, rip with words in a bismol energy It's time I society beats release [Saul Williams] Inner breathlessness, outer restlessness By
off Michael was those panty hose; Everyone think I'm crazy, everyone think I'm drunk, I told the world I was molested and they called me 'punk'; No compassion or passion, my khaki suit
R. Williams good-bye dreamer, insane stranger on the shore There is no one left here, not a soul Aid the confusion, expecting nothing Not a soul O, Mother
up, live it up. Don't need connections for a ringside seat. Takes more than power just to live it up. Don't need the keys to the governor's suite. Takes
Trapper John M.D., yeah, that's what folks tell me I plan on going far and be a star like Marcus Welby So there, dear, uhum, you suit though Yes, I