Adam Pickrell - Boiled Peanuts lyrics
[Chorus: Lizzo] Lift your legs boy, lift them please Before you cross them tracks, you gon' end up just like me Don't be headstrong, don't ever be mean Before you cross them tracks You better lift them god-damned feet 'Cause you ain't never gon', never gon', never gon' Never find love 'Fore you'll end up, end up just like me 'Cause you ain't never gon', never gon', never gon' Never find love 'Fore you cross them tracks You better lift them god-damned feet [Verse 1: ] I was getting dragged out the back of the club Cuz gats waving Back then Hendricks Ave was downright dangerous Naiveté made me downright brainless So, I'd battle some old gangsters And embarra** them in front of their neighbors So he get pissed, cause I dissed too damn hard Served by this white dork, yeah that's too damn cold So, he straight flipped, dipped out to his car To pop the trunk on this young punk like "coup d'état" Shout out to Willie Ev, Mark Lynn, and Tim Hall And everyone in Jack Rabbits that had street smarts Cause I was so dumb I couldn't tell what's wrong Oh, you mad bro cause just can't rap this strong? Duval gave me all the f**in' slang I need Ian Ranne payed me an eight ball & Mary-Jane Nathan Antolik straight repped for me When all them other rap dorks stayed clownin' on a G [Chorus: Lizzo] Lift your legs boy, lift them please Before you cross them tracks, you gon' end up just like me Don't be headstrong, don't ever be mean Before you cross them tracks You better lift them god-damned feet 'Cause you ain't never gon', never gon', never gon' Never find love 'Fore you'll end up, end up just like me 'Cause you ain't never gon', never gon', never gon' Never find love 'Fore you cross them tracks You better lift them god-damned feet [Verse 2: ] DJ Blue mixed tapes and Lord Finesse Raised on ba** and on a worn slick deck Learned my slang right down the block From where Rick Ross claimed that he pitched them rocks He went to Silver Fox for strippers I'm at Sheik for lunch f**in bumpin King Tee's "Dippin" in my old pickup Man, I never wrote a written for 3 years plus But was freestyling the very second they stopped the bus All my homies in the hallways of Douglas Anderson Batting each other all day any chance we get It was there I learned my sharp slang and my razor wit With f**in' Willis Billips on that beat box kid! Shout out to f**in' Adam, the Mayor of Jacksonville Getting money since he whipped his first Caddy wheel The prince of Mayport got that flip-flop tan that's so damn real Rest in peace to Pablo 9 and our f**ing Village Inn! [Chorus: Lizzo] Lift your legs boy, lift them please Before you cross them tracks, you gon' end up just like me Don't be headstrong, don't ever be mean Before you cross them tracks You better lift them god-damned feet 'Cause you ain't never gon', never gon', never gon' Never find love 'Fore you'll end up, end up just like me 'Cause you ain't never gon', never gon', never gon' Never find love 'Fore you cross them tracks You better lift them god-damned feet