Lyrics:
to the third degree
Who me
I'm a g who like to scrap-a-lot
Down with Rap-A-Lot
And I can't stop, won't stop
So fuck Bill and Hillary
Ice Cube there ain't
You know, ah umm
I'll try, I've been on the road almost twelve years
Since I've been away from home so long
So really it means a lot to me and it
wished I could have stood
Where you would have been proud
That won't happen now
That won't happen now
There's a whole lot of singin'
That's never
forty feet a jump
Ain't never been caught he ain't never been treed some folks say he's a lot like me
[ banjo ]
Saved up my money and I got me some bees
heart
Never be the same since we're apart
Though there's a lot that a smile may hide
I know down deep inside
I'll never be the same never be the same
and quite a lot
Not a smarty, oh, no
Has she got everything
Yes, she has got everything
That certain party of mine
Hold on, hold on, what are you
them if you're wise
They sparkle, they bubble
They're gonna get you in a whole lot of trouble
You're overworkin' 'em
There's danger lurkin' in
Them
drifters off to see the world
There's such a lot of world to see
We're after the same rainbows end
Waitin' round the bend
My Huckleberry friend
Moon
and azaleas in bloom
Let me up to the table and give me lots of elbow room
Then pass me that mammy fried okie
And some good old black eyed peas
Give me a hay
Hey muchacha
She showed a lot of muchacha
She kissed me and ooo-cha-cha
I knew I was there to stay
Oh chiquita you are muchilina
Oh chiquita you
me comin', better step aside
A lot of men didn't and a lot of men died
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one don't git ya, then
[Chorus:]
I've got a whole lot of things to sing about
I've gotta whole lotta things to say
Like I love you and I need you
Every night and day
(oh)
(Hey you disgusting slob, you better take the trash out)uh uh uh uh, oh
Boy there's a lot in here (a lot)
And everyday it grows (oh)
(Hey you
drinking and a whole lot of s,e, yes
That's the truth about men, that's the truth about us
We like to hunt and golf and drive around lost
And scratch
You're a very pretty girl
And all that's good
A lot of guys would love you
If they could
When you add up all the hugs
And every little kiss
Get
the wizzorld, we doin' trizzars
With my nigga Dizzogg (Bon bon bon)
I've been all around the wizzorld, I met a lot of gizzurls
Shaniqua, Kanika, Pizzearl,
while you was a carryin' on
Now things are really shot, I came home to an empty lot
Yeah, me and the car and the mobile home was gone
Yes, her and the car
time friend I squeeze her hand
And I walk away unsatisfied
Another try
Another cry
Another hand shakin' goodbye
I laughed a lot with Mary Ann
I thank you from the bottom
Of my broken heart
Thanks a lot for the plan
That never had a start
Much ablige for all that I'd been
I'll never
on a mountain high
Along came a creature with a lot of pretty pictures
And made old Herman kisses rocks goodbye
She carried him to town just to show him
since mommy got sick, he's been nervous
And hollered at me a lot
But that part I can't understand
'Cause even a little boy like me knows that
Worry
He's a bitchin' too much cause he's drawing a crowd
Pulling a lot of good music and a whole lot of shaking going on
Out at Pee Wee's Place where you
Like a grain of sand
That wants to be
A rolling stone
I want to be the man
I'm not
And have the things
I really haven't got
And that's a lot
carry this with me for two reasons the last so I never was broke
Oh I've had a lot of beautiful dreams of things that might have been
So please buy
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