Lyrics:
in the morning
And we're packed into a narrow recording
Studio in Burbank, California
The same studio where the 28-year-old rapper
From Philadelphia
one to meet
Say love ain't the same, on the south side of town
You could look, but you ain't gonna find it around
It's the same old story, same old
one to meet
Say love ain't the same, on the south side of town
You could look, but you ain't gonna find it around
It's the same old story, same old
No judge or jury ever gonna hear the story told
Down by the bayou
Trying to play with the caine
Trying to play with the caine
Same old story
No judge or jury ever gonna hear the story told
Down by the bayou
Tryin' to play with the 'caine
Tryin' to play with the 'caine
Same old story
Same old story, same old song
Goes all right, till it goes all wrong
Now you're going, then you're gone
Same old story, same old song
Same old
of person who'd do it
I'm just speaking of things I've seen in the emergency unit
Welcome to the South side
Where you get clapped just for walking by
Got
And the new south, thank God
Is still the same
Old Nashville's still got a song and dance
And the Florida girls still
Wear no underpants
And we all get drunk
Chapman
RIGHT HEAD : Michael Palin
OLD MAN : Terry Gilliam
HEAD KNIGHT OF NEE : Michael Palin
FATHER : Michael Palin
PRINCE HERBERT : Terry Jones
GUARD #1 :
stop, his father was hot
Couldn't just stop 'cause he coulda got shot
They move him down south to straighten him out
And he's still selling dope by
Drink the juice by the liter
Uhn, uhn, uhn, uhn, uhn, uhn, uhn
Uhn, uhn, uhn, uhn, uhn, uhn, uhn
Uhn, uhn, uhn, uhn, uhn, uhn, uhn
Uhn, uhn, uhn,
"Knife crime is at a near record high
With more than forty blade offenses every day in London"
"At a youth club in South London
Not far from
wanna know that I'm the best
No I needa break
Told a little story but the rest
I don't needa say
I been feelin like the same old kid
Same old kid
Same
of those tattooed tears
It's the same old story and the same old n**** stuck
And the public defender ain't givin a f***
The fool must be sparkin
tattooed tears
It's the same old story and the same old nigga stuck
And the public defender ain't givin' a fuck
The fool must be sparkin'
Talkin'
the same about him
Y'all had some time to sink in
Hey Zach, this song is too long
If you don't like it, hit skip
And go put on some other playlist made by
now I'm back in the scene
Still same car, same zip code, didn't move too far
Same o' friends, same o' story, drink, throw up, and puke and rally
hear my whispers muffled by the crowd
Muffled by the beat
Speak over the snares and stare uneasily
Till I meet Capital STEEZ and Eazy E
The same old
Same story, same target, different time
Cyclical reaction from the prisoners of the blind
Trying to fight time, it's a battle of the mind
Waiting
You tell the story
(You heard ten times before)
You tell a story of a city proud
You tell the story, you shout it out loud
The same old story, you
In my city blocks we got
Projects that's one story
Watch the pit walk with no leash
And hold a gun for me
Kids get knocked by police and
Get a drug
Same story, same target, different time
Cyclical reaction from the prisoners of the bilnd
Trying to fight time, it's a battle of the mind
Waiting for
(Where) Where I go? (How) How did I get here? (How did I get here?)
Walk around with a Smithfield (Smithfield)
I'm from the south, had a gold grill (Gold
rep the hood
Everyday special occassion
Everynight celebration
We gonna shine
The same way we gonna grind
First a studio
Then a video
Dirty South ya
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