Maybe I should iron out my flag Maybe I should put another crease in it If you gang banging who you beefing with? The homies in the cut cutthat's on E, niggas turnt up and we bout to hit the street The homie on probation, make him sit up in the back Bout to

B- boys makin' with the freak freak Putting song together ain't no puzzle like yahtzee Sending this out to k-rob and rahmalzee Let me introduce myself on this cut cutI'm Adrock, I'm lit like a motherfuck Well, I'm brewing up rhymes like I was using a still

You should be here, standing with your arm around me here Cutting up, cracking a cold beer Saying cheers, hey y'all it's sure been a good year It's one of those moments, that's got your name written all over it You should be here Aw you should be here

I'm just a horse on the moor I'm just a horse with no name He means to ride me on, He sees a battle he don't want to face alone I bolt upwards and shake him off my back He falls to his knees, on to a bloody track Well I can't be your horse any more

Nothing can't mash up me and me bonafide Such a beauty, you're a cutie, every man hypnotize Coulda never lead me stray no matter how hard them try True you see me hesitate, nobody think say me shy Them put the after call me for me, finna me roll me eye

And, I want her in my life The way she move to her own beat Ooh Ooh what a natural beauty No need no make-up to be a cutie And when they ask what a good woman's made of She's not afraid and ashamed of She's royal, yeah so royal No I never been someone shy

With no makeup Don't have to curl my hair up All this booty here mine I'mma dolla worth a dime Real bosses stand up Ladies throw your hands up And say I know I'm cute I know I'm fly You ask me why

I'm shoutin' from the rooftop, baby Come pick me up, come pick me up You cut cutso deep, cut so deep You made me a believer Tell me, will you come and save me? Fire the shots and I need to know Pick me up and show me home All my senses just need to know Why

It's harvest time It's harvest time in this little town Time to bring it on in Pay the loans down And make another round There's a big red moon coming up in the sky Combine's cutting in a staggered line The only time of year We missed the church bell's

I've seen what you're doing Destroying puppet strings Hands are red with your blame Megaphone screaming my name Whimpers someone I should've loved Souls weeping above Micro waves me insane A Blaine cuts in your brain