Lyrics:
I want you to close you're eyes, n' envision
The most beautiful place in tha world
If you in the hood, the ghetto street corner
Come on this journey,
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
the favorite tunes
And back by the bar playing cards looking hard
Was big bad Solomon Jones
And watching over his luck
Was the love of his life
Is the lady that
Highway
And old George Jones I'm glad to see he's finally getting straight
And Waylon staying home and loving Jesse more these days
And nobody wants
highway and old George Jones
I'm glad to see he's finally getting straight
And Waylon staying home and loving Jesse more these days
And nobody wants
Highway
And old George Jones I'm glad to see he's finally getting straight
And Waylon staying home and loving Jesse more these days
And nobody wants
"Copperhead Road" yeah
Ridin' on them backroads
Tokin' on that good smoke
Radio is blastin' old George Jones
He ran his wife Lurleen in his place and she won by a landslide.
He's most famous as the beligerant racist voice of the segregationist south,
Standing
(George Jones)
« © '63 Glad Music »
Well here I stand on this high ground
Looking out over this great big town
Searching for love that didn't
a book out called The Emperor Wears No Clothes. The author's name is Jack Herer. It's published by Queen of Clubs, and I think there's ads for it in High
The cotton was high and the corn was growin' fine
But that was another place and another time
We'd sit out on the front porch in the evenin' when the sun
The cotton was high and the corn was growin' fine
But that was another place and another time
We'd sit out on the front porch in the evenin' when the sun went
winning? Just
So that a nigga in the street
Can give me a fucking dap?
The same niggas that didn't buy
My album any fucking way
That downloaded the shit? Get
highway and old George Jones
I'm glad to see he's finally getting straight
And Waylon staying home and loving Jesse more these days
And nobody wants
motherfuckin
Place motherfucker
Don't get outta pocket cause we
Ain't no pool game 8 ball corner pocket bang
Tito rough in the building that why
I love him smell
George Lucas, let's do this
A long long long time ago this happened y'all just stupid
Frame by frame for you lames
What? you wanna fight?
You saw it in
That's why we go to thug mansion
That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G
... at thug mansion
[Verse One: 2Pac]
A place to spend
as high as the price that girls spend on clothes
The treason in stroke it needs to go you'll need to un-stow
Afraid some people need to know in order for
American dream has been a living nightmare
For four hundred years in the land of the free
No justice for all when it comes to me
Go back to Africa You say it
Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets
He can shotgun a cold Coors Light in under two seconds
Holds the high school single season home run record
He's the duck call king, with a Black
high blown in the meanwhile, my profile
Of my styles unusual from a buckwild child
But in the meanwhile (yeah)
I can kill that ass softly like an Al
Highway"
And old George Jones, I'm glad to see
Is finally getting straight
And Waylon's staying home and loving
Jessi more these days
And nobody wants to get
The cotton was high and the corn was growin' fine
But that was another place and another time
We'd sit out on the front porch in the evenin' when the sun
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