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thirstin howl iii - bury me with the lo on lyrics

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when i die bury me with the ‘lo on
(official to the death, all eternity and so on)

when i die bury me with the ‘lo on
(official to the death, all eternity and so on, and so on, and so on, and so on)

[thirstin howl iii]
whether it’s open casket or closed casket
all i ask is, bury me with the ‘lo on
when it’s my time to go, at grave sites
i want ralph lauren to sign the stone
put my picture, up in the ‘lo mansion
even old white ladies will be like
he was so handsome
funeral arrangments, casket bed fix
in my will i leave more ‘lo
than owned by tyson beckford
during eternal sleeping
i want to look the same as when you last see me breathing
p.o.l.o waterproof goretex pants with velcro
official ‘lo sailboats, iron buckle, script jacket
silk scarf around my head, make sure that it matches
i don’t care if i’m buried in a vacant lot
a cardboard box or under a pile of rocks
bury me with the ‘lo on

[shillz da realz]
test my wish kid, so when i go to see god
i’m looking dipped kid
in some outfits just in case my sons visit
in heaven with ‘lo skips on, reminiscing
remember how we took digits
one lady in the front row we had to hit it
escaping out the d, off [?] store bridges
taking everthing back i stole, and my pictures
even ate bloomindale’s food for ‘lo dishes
lo life son, you heard the song we mean business
think militias
back the manager down with hands like we had biscuits
n-gg-s talking but they never lived it
with no guns extorting leather stores in the village
i swear, smack cashiers, bags tear
thirty camcorders in sears, grand larceny charge
i coulda saw years, but i’m still here
but when i get there i hope they got a ‘lo mansion upstairs

bury me with the ‘lo on

[the ‘lo on, the ‘lo on, the ‘lo on]

[rack-lo]
established in 1967
two decades later, i caught my first cross flags
in ’87, before the polo usa edition became polo sport
before spots in new york was hotter than a pitchfork
pop alarms like corks, with tattoo and mr. rork
hitting sims, for p-wings and equestrians
watch out for the pedestrian, with the ‘s’ on his chest
universal yachts and the big crest
are stored away in the treasure chest
next to a suicide vest
secured with chains and master locks
flammed so much, i roll up my pants leg
so you can see my polo socks
if you was there, tell me which dees are notoriously known
for chasing us for blocks, like the cracker
jumping a hurdle in that 1992 stadium windbreaker
once in a while, i visit greenacres
for the ‘lo section, by the door
bagged up three times, and got plans to bag up once more

when i die bury me with the ‘lo on
(official to the death, all eternity and so on) x2

when i die bury me with the ‘lo on
(official to the death, all eternity and so on, and so on, and so on, and so on)

[ski-black]
aiyo son make sure that my casket
is filled with the fantastic, polo cl-ssics
if not the pall bearer get his -ss kicked
then blasted, do him tragic
make sure my ‘lo is looking sweet and beautiful
invite all grand larcenists to the funeral
that’s how i feel, and to say the least
in my will, i’m leaving y’all fifty sweaters apiece
‘cos when i’m gone i won’t need those things
‘cos in heaven i’ll be rocking some ‘lo wings
in a white ‘lo robe, i’ll be straight though
on a lay-lo with angels rocking halos
recall the times when we was out getting dumb figures
and when you think about me start rambling on b-m n-gg-s

[big boo]
when i die i want the silk script robe on with ‘lo frames
feeling dipped like the old days
my greatest reward, restored
tell my son baby boo, to be strong
and he can carry on with all my cl-ssic ‘lo on

- thirstin howl iii lyrics

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