play the blues If it ain't been in a pawn shop, then it can't play the blues Now can it? I guess we can all play the blues
I never hang out, when we do we bust the four-five cause shells comin back at us while we jump in the ride Flyin, duckin, our bitches in the club cluckin
loose and bit the neighbors, wrist to razors Y'all don't want war, y'all want talk In the dark my dogs all bark like WOOF! Proof nigga I'ma wolf, get
: My friend Blue he runs the show With hot pink purple china glow His family trees are molded No longer grows in summer He holds it closer lets it go
the dome, I'm married to the microphone And leave the streets alone, so save the bones for Harry Jones cause I'm hungry, I'm never lonely My dogs and
dog, and having rabid fits Green fly soup in on the way from the kitchen, troop Looking at T.B tuberculous on the window post Ten dead dogs, a brown
like a mouse Snatch the fuckin yea and I'm out to my nigga Boom Bam's house Uhh [VERSE 2] I guess you can chalk up zero for the blue team Look up
Dirty Cash *echoes* Dirty Cash *echoes* Yeah, uhh [singers] Uhhh! Blue Angels, Blue Angels, Blue Angels! Yo, yo, yo Yo it's the ghetto diplo', bridgin
My friend Blue he runs the show With hot pink purple china glow His family trees are molded No longer grows in summer He holds it closer lets it go Picks