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making toffee apples up on Gerald Griffin Street
Would carry him past the oak casks of the distillery
And onto the Watercourse Road
Ahhh, pleasure
pants
Wore a button-down shirt
Wit a beer in his hand
Yea
Real funny guy
Ima kick him in his leg
If you think you Peter Griffin
Ima take ya dog head
and chippew
Like rite Infront the park
Ian know wat gangsta was
Aquintis Griffin laying law
Den I ran to boosie
Know he kept his toolie by his drawls
I
shit!
We go down the road 3 deep in 1 car and we snatching like 4 zips!
Ion even smoke the gas im staright to the cash i gotta stay focused!
So many
Well I heard the bells of freedom once
As I was coming down the road
Coming down the road
And I followed that echo wherever it would go
As I was
are
searching the square roughly turning over baskets and shaking down PASSERS-BY.
BRIAN appears near a rather dull little PROPHET, who is standing
the strength to crush all competition
You can't blame me for dreaming, I'm a dreamer
And if I'm coming off brash please forgive me
But, that's all I want
I
and pitch a curve
It's been loyalty first
If you switch then ima swerve
Annie Glidden road
And I'm cruisin' in my lane
If you haven't heard me yet
I know, you
the road
He went on down the road
And I came upon a little house
A little house upon a hill
And I entered through, and the curtain hissed
Into
the road
He went on down the road
And I came upon a little house
A little house upon a hill
And I entered through, and the curtain hissed
Into
into town
But cross the road before you pass that house
Because the tiles are coming down
They skitter and hit
The footpath with a crash
And no-one's
you by my side
I see the smoke piling up in the rear view mirror
Yeah but I ain't ever seen it any clearer
If the house burns down tonight
I got
of revelations
In an arbor by the side of the road
Old brush arbors by the side of the road
Where a sinner could lay down his heavy load
It was in those old brush
around, let the day go by
Can't sit around ,let opps take your spot
Eat your food, fuck your wife, look down and say fuck your life
If you been down you
Forlì on her bicycle, looking for what was left of her family’s house, shattered in one of the first waves of Allied bombing. Along a country road
the window down shouts it out loud
Pushing the pedal and praying lord help us now
He's looking for a reason watching the sun coming down
Can you here when we
went on down the road
He went on down the road
And I went on down the road
He went on down the road
And I came upon a little house
A little house upon
Cause we, ah get down
Joe Budden, Busta Bus
Cause we, ah get down
And we seeing that
There's some hoes in this house
There's some hoes in this house
Coming down the 'vard
Acting hard, not fraud
Coming through, Poyo gotta yellow broad
Automatic ho, gotta yella ho
Coming through the boulevard, cash, rock,
Coming down the 'vard
Acting hard, not fraud
Coming through, Poyo gotta yellow broad
Automatic ho, gotta yella ho
Coming through the boulevard, cash, rock,
The bad man's coming, he's coming down the road
The bad man's coming, he's coming to take our souls
Walked the path of sorrow, oh, leave him in
Moving right now, He's in the house
All of you, He's in the house
All down inside of you, He's in the house
Nobody but you, He's in the house
Give it our
(Party people in the place ta be,here we go it's the three emcees who rock the house c'mon c'mon
Check it out, check it out, check it out yo)
It's
of the free
While John was on a road trip in Mississippi
His car broke down an’ as he wondered what to do next
Some locals showed up an’ beat him half to death
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