Lyrics:
Castle-D boy, he's down with us
D.J. Red Alert, he's down with us
Robocop boy, he's down with us
Makin' funky music is a must
I'm number one.
People
to have a little poise
You should be worryin' about ya wife
'Cause she look like a
12-year-old little boy
Before y'all started smokin' crack
Ya life was
fuck man I'm old
I remember hitting five feet and thinking I'd grown
Sleepover River Ridge over at Max's crib with the bros
I'm having flashback visions
You´re bleeding child
Tell me now who did this evil deed
Oh mother Moon it was the old oak tree
He took my eyes when he heard my song of my love
As I gazed
sparklers
I wanna see flamethrowers in this motherfucker
This a Will.I.Am joint
Hit-Boy, Britney, Waka, Weezy
And they call me Diddy bitch
Where 1 Oak at?
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
the oak tree
Crooked bones all over me
Knock, knock, hear the clock
Spiders now are stitching up
Standing by the ghost tree
Lumpy, knotty old tree tic, Toc,
'Daddy, what's a train?'
When I was just a boy and living by the track
Us kids would gather up the coal in big 'ole gunnysacks
Then we heard the warning
13 crows in a dead oak tree
Credits: All songs written by Ian S. McCaskie/John Jack Jr
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on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
, Royal Oak Offshore (What?)
And only gonna rock it when I'm offshore
(What?)
The big chain, I only rock on occasions
When eatin' with the Asians,
still takin rappin for a joke
A passing hope, or a phase with the rope
Sometime I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MC's
I
feel like I'm goin' home
And in the shade of an oak
Down by the river
Sat an old man and a boy
Settin' sails, spinnin' tails
And fishin' for whales
With
that's real
And I feel like I'm goin' home
'Neath the shade of an oak
Down by the river
Sat an old man and a boy
Settin' sails spinnin' tails
sparklers
I wanna see flamethrowers in this motherfucker
This a Will.I.Am joint
Hit-Boy, Britney, Waka, Weezy
And they call me Diddy bitch
Where 1 Oak at?
Of something so real
Yeah I feel like I'm heading home
Now in the shape of an oak, down by the river,
You see an old man and a boy
They're setting sails,
And no-one saw the carny go
And the weeks flew by
Until they moved on the show
Leaving his caravan behind
It was parked out on the south east ridge
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
as shipyard oak
To the gallows went a boy
His defence barely spoke
The night before his death
Tom wrote his kith and kin
Sending love and hoping
The Lord would
Down where the river cuts through the Tug Valley
Big Sandy had a gin joint surrounded by alleys
Through a dirty old glass Big Sandy could mask your
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
Good evening, and welcome to eazy's playhouse
You stupid muthafucka
Now that you got the album
What the fuck are you gonna do with it
Bitch
With towering oaks growing all around
One sweet boy opened his heavy eyes
His creased boots and jeans lacking one loop
Sat still in the smoky moon
An old cowpoke went ridin' out one dark and windy day,
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed
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