Lyrics:
I land, Lord, for the big payback (the big payback)
I can do wheelin', I can do dealin' (yes, we can)
But I don't do no damn squealin'
I can dig
in the grave where I place you
Only I know where you really are! Question!
Do you know where you are?
You talkin' big shit you
Best to get steppin'
But
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
I been a workin' man dang near all my life
I'll be working long as my two hands are fit
moments, and I live for a livin'
But this for the girls that barely let me get to first base
On some ground ball shit
Cause now I run my city on some town
lastin'
This little town is gettin' wild as hell
Check the penitentiaries and all the jails
If they could lock us all up that would be just fine
Got my
and Portland West and back along the line
I'm goin' now to a place that's best that old home town of mine
Eight more miles and Louisville will come in to my
And alyda was smiling by his side
Alyda was smiling by his side
I've never been invited to sit in style at
The mansions of the mayors of the land
But when im
of the hardest town
Where my brothers lay their life down
You want something to play with?
Go find some toys when you mistake these grown men for little boys
More
to a great big pen
Where the ducks and the geese were kept there in
Said a couple of you gonna grease my chin
Before I leave this town o, town o, town o
to a great big pen
Where the ducks and the geese were kept there in
Said a couple of you gonna grease my chin
Before I leave this town o, town o, town o
here
2: Clothes Of Sand
Who has dressed you in strange clothes of sand,
Who has taken you far from my land,
Who has said my saying were wrong,
of the town like Thomas'
We're all on a journey
Down the hall of memories
Don't worry bout what you ain't got
Leave with a little bit of dignity
Never loved
I never knew that the place i grew
Is the grandest place on earth
Till I roamed around from town to town
But now I know what it's worth
Listen while
ever since i was a little kid about 6 7 8 9 or 10 i always wanted to be bigger than big ben
but dreams can easily come to an end when your living in
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
But I've been a workin' man dang near all of my life
I'll keep on workin' long as these
The Fam I ran with born the ghetto legend
Big shot is set on and dead on KingPin
You and Big just kept mad bells ringin'
Cross town niggaz still fryin' I
Take me to the place that proceeds with the most
I was taken away by grooves you made me
Find my way
Didn't wanna run around town causing a ruckus
focus big bills
Life's pass away I got new skills
I seen better days I see big mills
I been gutted out I got ripped apart
By friends I’ve fucked with from
the stick
Somebody's having a small town big time night
Somebody's rocking the main street with red tail lights
Somebody's cranking it up or falling in love
quite
Bob and Mae come up from
Some little town way down by
Lake Texoma, where he coaches football
They were two-A champions for two years running
quite
Bob and Mae come up from
Some little town way down by
Lake Texoma, where he coaches football
They were two-A champions for two years running
I put the name Microphones on the tapes I would make late at night after work at the record store. I was already by then a couple years deep into
the bay
See the green number grow
Blue check by my name
No Never let the power go straight to ya Brain
Cause Papa once said you gotta know your place
Aye
place
Gimme fast money like I may be in a race
Missed a town, shippin' the worth
We got white girls in little mini skirts
Niggaz might think we pimpin'
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