Sad Song

Uh Killer
I said see no evil hear no evil
No I can't compare them people
Take a needle try a shot
Heroin I swear it's lethal
You'll be throwing up
Mean lean dosing off
Wake him up hurry up
Tell him that he owe the boss
And he know the cost
Mob night holocaust
Mob life flower toss
Hard white though it's soft
Gucci kicks dress pants
Knitted sweater yes France
Just glance want to fight
Here I am let's dance

Dough see dough
You looking like a lovely hoe
One two bloody nose
Drip down on his ugly clothes
Got what you wanted
I make it stick
Ain't got to be handicap
Make a wish

Eyes roam going gone too strong
Never home sad song grass grown
Fat bone trap zone drugs thrown
Pay phone some wrong syndrome
Different tone had to look
This the move my head shook
North to South coast to coast
Run around Bragg boast
Good to go had control
Whip this whoa let him show us
We play most likely win MVP
I was correct with the league
Now I'm involved for real esteem
For the wrong things
Main attraction my satisfaction
Crowd reaction get the traction

Dough see dough
You looking like a lovely hoe
One two bloody nose
Drip down on his ugly clothes
Got what you wanted
I make it stick
Ain't got to be handicap
Make a wish
What you want Laker tix
Ski slopes major trips
Razor to your neck
Disrespect I'll lay him stiff
Round table round off sound off
Damn let the pound off

Yeah
At the bus stop traffic
He don't show love
Better in fact he pull plugs
Flip switches circuit breakers
Wait on parts
You can't contend
Embrace heavy loads
Too much of a burden
He twist the lid off the bourbon
And swerve in the past
He think he the same
Reality check your angle
They say you a head dog
Watch your step but
Slippery wet
Too dry for the Vette
She like wet n wild
Her money lay in piles
Across the backseat
I see her every fleet
On my metro
Stare down you approach slow
So approach with caution
Mind lane is haunted
Get your people on it



Credits
Writer(s): Lyle Epps
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