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Freddie Foxxx Bumpy Knuckles Searchin Here are the song lyrics for Searchin by Freddie Foxxx Bumpy Knuckles. For more excellent Freddie Foxxx Bumpy Knuckles lyrics, run a search! Typed by: obi1one@hotmail.com [Verse 1] As a child I felt lonely and helpless Low cash from a neighborhood wealthless I'll stick a wino, and rob him for his last penny Happy days around my way we didn't find many Momma said that I was outta line talkin smack Extension cords to this young nigga's black back A juvenile, thirteen, now I'm locked up Scared to cry, I don't wanna get fucked up Fifty push ups a strain on my young chest I paint the pictures that I pose for a sleeveless I see my momma only supervised when she cry She said my baby brother's comin he aint far behind Somebody tell me how I ended up like this I wait for God to give me strength, I'ma fight this I refuse to bend down cuz I'm young and wild Do or die that's this young nigga's rough style They'll never find me CHORUS: Searchin to find me [4X] My soul will be free before they find me [Verse 2] I hit the street full grown, momma's gone now Had a heart attack I'm living on my own now My black boots and my state green all I own And a burning desire for a microphone I see my little man Tiah bless me wit a burner Any coincidence I'm feeling like Nat Turner Twenty stick ups in thirty days they see me comin Everybody on the block duck and start runnin A old lady told me baby boy calm down But like in Vietnam war I got to bomb now My cash was up a little somethin, somethin, takin shake I blasted reddie at the weedgate and took his papes Cuz I done came a long way, in a short time And I'm willing to die tryin to get mine Alotta niggas think I'm cool wit 'em, guess what Them niggas in for a shock cuz I'm fucked up You'll never find me CHORUS [Verse 3] I got a little crew now I'm selling weight White mickeyed out Navigator, tight straight I got the butter soft seats watch a video Stag a lee, everybody in the city knows I make my rounds and I'm checkin how my work's moving Shit is picking up nice, life is improving I got the baddest bird in Brooklyn, she six months She keep a eye on my whole house, my youngsters I got my honey on the side she don't know about I'm on my way to see her now, I'm a blow her out I pull up to see her standing in the door waiting Shorty fine like a porn star masturbating She said, "Daddy are you hungry, would you like to eat Would you let me rub your back, can I kiss your feet" I told her, "Baby make the bed cuz I need rest" She sucked me down until I fell asleep, God bless I see my momma with my eyes closed, kinda strange Time to wake up and touch something, outta range White clouds with the softness I hear the music What the hell is going on here I'm 'bout to lose it Momma why you talking to me like you right here She said, "Son you outta focus now, come clear" She said, "Your life'll be a milestone for everyone Because your layin in the bed that you made son" Look how they found me CHORUS
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