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Lo life original Double L Original 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 Niggas 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 classics If not the pall bearer get his ass 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 bum niggas [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 classic 'lo on