Keeping my eye to the keyhole If it takes all that be just who I am Well I vow to be a blue collar, gotta be a blue collar, Gonna be a Blue collar man
in Evil's BM The sound's up loud to attract attention Armored tires on a lowered suspension The nardi to steer with Alpine deck was glowin' Bumpin'' Big
gangsta guerrilla *** Have you ever seen a hundred thousand Rip riders from the side? Blue Chucks, blue rags, gray clouds, blue skies On the move, can't lose, Hill Street Blues
Started with a bang Couple of light years later, stars and planets sang Fire warmed the cold, waves of colors flew Moonlight into gold, earth to green and blue
right Stay bangin' on these niggaz on a regular basis Big paper chases, facin' felony cases Made it to be famous, livin' hard and dangerous Steppin' on these bustas with my blue
I'm a country girl And I'll never leave your sweet balls blue [Andy:] Ay, because a girl like Reba's got just what I need With big, broad shoulders and
ride *** ***, *** ***, *** ***, c'mon Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride *** ***, *** ***, *** ***, c'mon Armed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang
youngin', I'm a Eastside hogg 21st Street ridin', rollin' with my partners Hat to the back in a rag spillin' vodka Stompin' through the city in my big blue
facts and catch you with the rapture More than you bargained for Tical, that stays open like an all nite store For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of blue
clost cock the toast and make you see Ghost-s like Whoopi Have you ever seen a nigga get snatched up by his drawers And wonder the cause, 'cuz big dope
Sorta like a pimp So when the light hit the ice It starts glistenin' off the Tims My chain hang All it do iz blang blang Half blue, half red Like my diamonds gang bang
blue shoes and wear a blue hat Live in a blue house on a blue street In a blue town by a blue creek I write my blue songs with my blue pen I sing the blue
The Holmes Brothers ] I remember When we used to play shoot-em-up, bang-bang I remember When we used to play shoot-em-up, bang-bang MC's and DJ's (2x) [
clap fool, it's bigger than 'bout too Fuck wit fools, that ain't never paid us And try to turn the homies into traitaz Blue rags with blue balls, fo
you clap fool, it's bigger than 'bout too Fuck wit fools, that ain't never paid us And try to turn the homies into traitaz Blue rags with blue balls,
candy's painted bronze homeboy D A Z, I can't believe this nigga gon' trip He's nothin' but a busta, bitch ass motherfucker With Snoop in a coupe, Warren, Nate and Big Tray Deee Big
