were seventeen So out of choice I chose rock and roll But it pushed me to the limit everyday It turned me into a gypsy, kept me away from home From there on
Torn from their families Mothers go hungry To feed their children But children go hungry There's so many big men They're out making millions When poverty
She grows, she's grown like pampas Tall in the wind She's sinful and spiteful She's all girl, woman and mother She's had my children And she's been my
follow it I rock fitted caps, cufies ain't for Blu see I eat red meat cause tofu don't move me And women are confusing, but that's for later on And the
BLUUU) you momma's kitchen beg your pardon darling listen I'm a nigga on a mission and this B*%? es ain't stopping [Chorus:] Blu (Stop jockin em) Blu, My world is Blu
Everybody Get loose [Fatman Scoop] Put yo back on tha wall Put yo back on tha wall Putyo back on tha wall Put yo back on tha wall Misdemeanors
[DON STRAPZEY] hi, let me introduce you to i, life! let me introduce you to mine, right! i be on the musical grime, next to blow announcing the superbowl
Flyin heads is my job, I will clobber you Walkin backwards, shoes and jacket turned around Gloves on, opposite hands Can you recognize me? I wear Blu
Gon foo (foo) Gon foo (foo) Gon foo (foo) I'm Sky Blu and that's my nigga Redfoo (foo) Sky Blu (Blu) Redfoo (foo) Sky Blu (Blu) Redfoo (foo) Sky Blu (Blu
wit a race don't try to spit dog if you can't make a hit don't try to make her shake if she don't move like a snake throw it on her like Cham-pein bouncin
on fiya We on fiya We on fiya We on fiya Now tho it gurl Tho it gurl Tho it gurl Tho it gurl Yeah Now move yo arm 2 tha left gurl Now move yo
was on my way to the sto' I got scratched but I don't got nails Got my own truck but I wanna drive trails Plus I won a house in ATL and that depends on
on strong status These outlanders can't fuck with factors And fuck fools who think they bigga Give me a chainsaw and I pluck another face, nigga Put on
me up Passing bucks like a casual blunt Granted, hustling habits on the stumble, the mansion While bums pass, asking for a buck for some bagged bricks Bad shit going down on
we face, tryna manage my way without pumping my brakes and staying stagnant Cause I can sit on my ass or just imagine the madness I did on my path and
