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the rondo brothers – pineapple wine lyrics

[intro: poach]
and my banker said…

[verse 1: poach]
now i’m brokest case with a local grade
i’m educated but i’m not a freakin’ idiot
so how’s it ‘posed to sound if i’m talking ’bout poppin that cris
when i ain’t got a pot to p+ss in
rocks on her wrist if i ain’t got it cause it’s crazy spittin’, but (what?)
i got a job description and i got a whole lot written
you rippin’ on them kittens who spittin’ with what’s bitten
and then fall in with that new sh+t still boostin
choose your new ms. stuchie, boochies hoochies, p++py, dukey
booties pushed by beaucoup groupies
no i don’t, put the platinum plaque in the band
well i wager he’s a player hater hatin’ on his players
man that’s played out
i’mma play the engineer and make it fade out
you weak as h+ll, your verses, got the wit, of a +speak n spell+
you nurses, lose your bricks, when stevens greets the help
rondo bros!
we freak it well from pa to ca to eating [?]
switch when i reach and i grab it swell
grief really seems like a rabid whale
squeeze that self+righteous jargon into liquid
treading in them dirty jordans sipping
you living in a squeaky pipe dream
if you think you sh+ttin’ out ice cream
[hook]
all i need in my life is one good rhyme
and a nice tall glass of pineapple wine
pineapple wine

[verse 2]
i never claimed to be the best (best) just better than you (you)
never claimed to be insightful, just means you the fool (fool)
while the look up in your eyes says you really wanna snuff me
the look behind your eyes says you really wanna hug me
wanna be part of my world?
wanna f+ck my girl, wanna flex my pearls?
wanna step inside my skin?
wanna wear my timbs, wanna have my friends?
you don’t want my shoes (shoes)
too afraid to pay my dues (dues)
man, shoo fly shoo (shoo)
you cloggin’ up my room, look

[break: sample, poach]
here is an advanced meditation technique
in achieving the illumination or universal consciousness
or universal consciousness
or universal consciousness
or universal consciousness
even though when i read this rhyme to jim
he told me to get the h+ll out
[hook]
all i need in my life is one good rhyme
and a nice tall glass of pineapple wine
pineapple wine

[verse 3]
music is the only religion i’ve ever known
that’s delivered the goods and still get to the soul
and it’s one half french fries, the other half is gravy
you pour the gravy over the fries, see the men go crazy
yeah my mammie yeah she raised me so thank her for the birth
i just lay it on your ears and made your girlfriend sneer
i really want no beer, all i really want is a nice tall glass of um

[hook]
pineapple wine, pineapple wine
all i need in my life is one good rhyme
and a nice tall glass of pineapple wine

- the rondo brothers lyrics

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