Lyrics:
morning from Worksop
En route for Sutton-on-Sea
With the Holiday Club, them as paid up their sub
Half the street and my brother and me
There was old Mrs.
Yes I am
Somebody say yeah
I got to take you to an old folk home
Well that mother turn around and went back into her own room
Tears running down her
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
the room peeped out the window
Twenty cops jumped behind a Pinto
Out the back door like some damn track stars
Broke down an alley jumped into a car
just on an old country boy mission
Got the ladies in the kitchen Pinto's, cornbreads, and all the fixin's
Ate so much my jeans is rippin' Damn I love
this bar!
By two o'clock, when the bars are already closed down, BILLY had broken 'THE BIG NEWS' to ETHELL. And with dust and boulders everywhere,
all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee
Come first anka biibimba
Facts
You can’t stab the boy from behind
I carry African rap at my back
I cry crocodile or cry wolf
Harmful if my tears are
back to Simi Valley
[Money B]
Goldilocks went to cop some little boy brown
Should've stuck with the snow cause the brown cut her down
[Humpty-Hump]
Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I immigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean
Dominican Republic! I
fish
I'm from down by the water, C Port represent
Yeah, at first I took a hit, got a blunt that I just rolled up
Grab my cup, take me a sip, yeah, this
behavin' like they ought ta good
There lived a lil' boy who was misled
By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said
"Me and Ty, we gonna make sum cash
behavin' like they ought ta good
There lived a lil' boy who was misled
By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said
"Me and Ty, we gonna make sum cash
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
back".
"Home, little Fan" cheerful returned the boy.
"Forever" said the child with joy.
"I talked to our father and I didn't use any ploy.
Now he's so
Brandi was a cute little thick bitch
She moved to the hood from the 2-oh-6
She brought some new tricks, flippin them squirrels
And the pearls, and turnin
her home girl named Brandi
Now Brandi was a cute little thick bitch
She moved to the hood from the 2-oh-6
She brought some new tricks, flipping them
to they street
Come around, will you?
In the last two weeks, you're too weak.
I still represent Hays Town.
Though it's my proximity, my boy face down
You now witnessing the god go head thank the lord
Beats by Slimer know the boy be going hard
Left a bloody murder crime about to be charged
Headed
above all you jive suckers
Listen, that's word to my mother
You throw a shot at me
I'm throwing a shot back
Your's is on a joint
Mine's whistling by your
Cheri Lady'!
And it goes down... like that. Come on!
Oh, I can't explain
Every time it's the same
Oh I feel that it's real
Take my heart
I've been
the bureau
And tell him selling this white by the kilo
You going extinct like the parrot from Rio
Go get yo' dinero
Throw you in a barrel like Walter
Your
people right on your ride up
They'll have your back on the way back down
He said, "Take it from this old beach bum, son
Keeping it real is what it's really
me just move with ya' boy
Got shit poppin' like always you know so enjoy
Don't make yourself at home got big meat on the grill
Ladies and homies all
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