tonk Near the county line The joint starts jumpin' every night When the sun goes down They got whiskey, women music and smoke It's where all the cowboy folk
Folks refuse to lose Split ones wig with the zig, evidently he didn't see my third eye The second suspect tried to hit P-Folk from the blind side Exchangin
honky tonk near the county line The joint starts jumpin everynight when the sun goes down They got whiskey women music & smoke It's where all the country folk
'partment Ay, ay Bubba Sparxx shoot we down to the spot Them young G's up on that corner, done made the porch hot Them folk say they sweepin, seekin '
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in the daytime, ball in the night time It really don't matter, we ball at the right time See me in the Benzo, sitting on Lorenzo's Smoking with my kin folk
vocalist Chrome 4-4 toting, holding it down for Oakland Folks do be smoking and shit we do what we holding Some just don't notice they get demoted Throw em' all the time music
Paint a picture for the bread, draw toast on fuckas Most won't touch us, both coasts love us Me and my south niggaz cause grown folk ruckus Man, mofuck
ll Build a vision where thought can go walking Without the Devil hawking Stakes Is High like weed smoke We need folk To shed the truth To the wide youth
tooth for long hair So Bob and Greg and Grant you should beware Followin' the Dead is how it gets it's kicks Shame it wasn't born in 1966 Listens to the music
It's still bigger than hip hop hip hop hip hop hip It's bigger than hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop [Verse 1] Uhh, uhh, uhh One thing 'bout music when
we like it Makin love to booty music Go Leo! It's your birthday (hey) Go Virgo! It's your birthday (hey) Go Pisces! It's your birthday Makin love to booty music
to you I make it look so easy With the music I be making the impression I be leaving A lot of folks they stop and stare, thinking Im'a trick it off I
sue us a natural disaster I follow the footsteps of Luda it's my time to shine Don't need no co-signer I speak through my music I'm tighter than any female
tell From meetin different people Figures to throats Scandalous to the rich Goodhearted to the broke And these young and old folk They like to hear good music
[Verse 1:] My shit sells, tell your folk's [Nigga) I'm no joke My lines make your ears bleed I'm audio coke I'm audio blow You snort this threw your
me and mine watch out for salty ass niggas during daylight savings time Cause that's around the time of the year when the splitter splatter Folks be losing
Easy does it, I does it do it off the fluid Come with the newest shit I come through with Bitch don't you hear the music? (Don't you hear the music?