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That ball, no park shit 00:04
That Billy Crystal Meth shit 00:09
Uh 00:13
Scotch paper, plaid pattern on the present box 00:15
Quarter-pounder swag, bud, post office dropped 00:18
No creases, this motherfucker, he rap great 00:22
Hell if I know how to open up this tape 00:25
Threw the seatbelt across that duffle and kept mine unbuckled 00:28
Care more about the pack than I do keepin' outta trouble 00:32
I'll jump the hurdles and let my box Chevy jump the puddles 00:35
Three gone inside of this plastic bag, it'll make me chuckle 00:38
Murderous thompson mobbin', with a green plastic shade 00:42
Over my visor, watchin' these cops inside of that purple Datsun 00:45
Keep the door locked, man, they can keep knockin' 00:49
I got a briefcase full of cash and a paper bag full of oxycontin 00:51
Light up a rollie and I drop a deuce 00:56
I cock a twenty-two, I'm the trailer park 2Pac off of "Juice" 00:58
Plus I got Memphis blood, don't knock the blue suede shoes 01:02
I got that Memphis plug to drop on you, say who? (mafia) 01:06
Them hot boys are on the clock, I'm with it 01:09
Hot like the swine up out my mama's skillet 01:12
Hot like the sauna silkwood 01:14
Cocked and locked inside, you sealed your fate, I'm killin' 01:16
Breed like you lost your children 01:19
Sting like a cut against assaulted women 01:20
You're lookin' throwed like a margarita, it's hard to read ya 01:23
I'm drunk as uncles get, sippin' that barley by the liter 01:26
Smokin' so hard, don't even dry the weed up 01:30
Soldier by any means, so many stripes that I don't buy Adidas 01:32
Do what I gotta do to get mo', do what I gotta do to get paid 01:36
When I pop them Chevrolet do's only thing they do is throw shade 01:39
When I up this forty cal chrome, all my enemies go far away 01:42
Mighta caught me slippin' one time, but oh no, not today 01:46
Not today, yeah, just got a call from Billy Crystal 01:49
Said he got him a issue and I owe him one 01:53
So he need to hold onto the pistol 01:54
As I left from the trap 01:56
Stop by the gunsafe 'cause I got so many I could sift through 01:57
We don't beef on Facebook or tweet the playbook 01:59
'Cause we really gon' come get you 02:01
Ayy, it's unobliged 02:03
As I'm ridin' down I-95 with a look on my face and it say homicide 02:04
Overdose on the drugs last week 02:08
Almost died at the peak but I still come alive 02:09
Got the drive like I played nine holes 02:11
But the only nine here is the nine on my side 02:13
You don't wanna get shot nine times 02:15
Man, you pussy, but you still don't got nine lives 02:16
My compass ain't pointin' at true north 02:19
Might be the xanax that done crept in the system 02:20
Backlist, smokin' on newports, bumpin' Too $hort 02:22
'Cause a bitch can't get a doller up out me 02:24
You better ask your mother 'bout me 02:26
I sip Creekwater when I'm runnin' out tea 02:27
Bumpin' Young Thug really bring the gunna out me 02:29
Bumpin' into y'all really bringin' up the summer out me 02:31
Meanin' I'm hot as South Beach 02:33
You gon' need sun tan lotion 02:35
A gun son totin' fifty grand with your hand open 02:36
Just came, direction from the big man smokin' 02:38
You want beef, I'll split big man open 02:39
Trigger squeeze when the wrist band soakin' 02:41
You gettin' hit up 'cause the hitman spoken 02:43
Now we on your ass like Deion Sanders when they pass 02:45
Parkin' next to neon lights 02:47
Steppin' on you peons right 02:48
The second that we exit cab 02:50
I got the blood stains on my Slumerican flag 02:51
We took his money and his heroin bag 02:53
Me and Yelawolf steppin' on trappers 02:55
And sonnin' rappers, it's apparent I'm dad (bitch) 02:57
So breakin' the rules is ill advised 02:59
You better go get familiarized 03:01
What comes around goes around, ceilin' fan 03:02
I've been around this block a million times 03:04
So whether we talkin' 'bout villain rhymes 03:06
Or the kilograms, got a million lines 03:07
Y'all can keep wastin' that money on bullshit 03:09
And I'ma keep countin' and pinnin' mine 03:11
Do what I gotta do to get mo', do what I gotta do to get paid 03:12
When I pop them Chevrolet do's only thing they do is throw shade 03:15
When I up this forty cal chrome, all my enemies go far away 03:18
Mighta caught me slippin' one time, but oh no, not today 03:22
Not today, yeah, blacksheep 03:25
Don't make me send my lil brother in, motherfucker 03:30
Caskey, Slumerican 03:32
Catfish, Billy 03:37
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Billy And The Purple Datsun – English Lyrics

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Blacksheep
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[English]
That ball, no park shit
That Billy Crystal Meth shit
Uh
Scotch paper, plaid pattern on the present box
Quarter-pounder swag, bud, post office dropped
No creases, this motherfucker, he rap great
Hell if I know how to open up this tape
Threw the seatbelt across that duffle and kept mine unbuckled
Care more about the pack than I do keepin' outta trouble
I'll jump the hurdles and let my box Chevy jump the puddles
Three gone inside of this plastic bag, it'll make me chuckle
Murderous thompson mobbin', with a green plastic shade
Over my visor, watchin' these cops inside of that purple Datsun
Keep the door locked, man, they can keep knockin'
I got a briefcase full of cash and a paper bag full of oxycontin
Light up a rollie and I drop a deuce
I cock a twenty-two, I'm the trailer park 2Pac off of "Juice"
Plus I got Memphis blood, don't knock the blue suede shoes
I got that Memphis plug to drop on you, say who? (mafia)
Them hot boys are on the clock, I'm with it
Hot like the swine up out my mama's skillet
Hot like the sauna silkwood
Cocked and locked inside, you sealed your fate, I'm killin'
Breed like you lost your children
Sting like a cut against assaulted women
You're lookin' throwed like a margarita, it's hard to read ya
I'm drunk as uncles get, sippin' that barley by the liter
Smokin' so hard, don't even dry the weed up
Soldier by any means, so many stripes that I don't buy Adidas
Do what I gotta do to get mo', do what I gotta do to get paid
When I pop them Chevrolet do's only thing they do is throw shade
When I up this forty cal chrome, all my enemies go far away
Mighta caught me slippin' one time, but oh no, not today
Not today, yeah, just got a call from Billy Crystal
Said he got him a issue and I owe him one
So he need to hold onto the pistol
As I left from the trap
Stop by the gunsafe 'cause I got so many I could sift through
We don't beef on Facebook or tweet the playbook
'Cause we really gon' come get you
Ayy, it's unobliged
As I'm ridin' down I-95 with a look on my face and it say homicide
Overdose on the drugs last week
Almost died at the peak but I still come alive
Got the drive like I played nine holes
But the only nine here is the nine on my side
You don't wanna get shot nine times
Man, you pussy, but you still don't got nine lives
My compass ain't pointin' at true north
Might be the xanax that done crept in the system
Backlist, smokin' on newports, bumpin' Too $hort
'Cause a bitch can't get a doller up out me
You better ask your mother 'bout me
I sip Creekwater when I'm runnin' out tea
Bumpin' Young Thug really bring the gunna out me
Bumpin' into y'all really bringin' up the summer out me
Meanin' I'm hot as South Beach
You gon' need sun tan lotion
A gun son totin' fifty grand with your hand open
Just came, direction from the big man smokin'
You want beef, I'll split big man open
Trigger squeeze when the wrist band soakin'
You gettin' hit up 'cause the hitman spoken
Now we on your ass like Deion Sanders when they pass
Parkin' next to neon lights
Steppin' on you peons right
The second that we exit cab
I got the blood stains on my Slumerican flag
We took his money and his heroin bag
Me and Yelawolf steppin' on trappers
And sonnin' rappers, it's apparent I'm dad (bitch)
So breakin' the rules is ill advised
You better go get familiarized
What comes around goes around, ceilin' fan
I've been around this block a million times
So whether we talkin' 'bout villain rhymes
Or the kilograms, got a million lines
Y'all can keep wastin' that money on bullshit
And I'ma keep countin' and pinnin' mine
Do what I gotta do to get mo', do what I gotta do to get paid
When I pop them Chevrolet do's only thing they do is throw shade
When I up this forty cal chrome, all my enemies go far away
Mighta caught me slippin' one time, but oh no, not today
Not today, yeah, blacksheep
Don't make me send my lil brother in, motherfucker
Caskey, Slumerican
Catfish, Billy
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