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by and beat up my son
So I went out and bought myself a big old German dog
The man behind me saw me and he started raisin' hogs
A nineteen year old
towns, villages homes and societies
Dedicated to pursuing piety
Caring very little for the finer things
Quietly toiling away for their food and their lives
The willows turn to blood might of worked
Sip a little, litter it, love it
Without big beetles trying to sell him
Sunflower seeds by the bucket might of
Tugboat
a hit from some laced up dirty yayo. Cleveland
buddy, yeah the city by the lake, and if you wanna holla at me in the
Land is where I stay.
Hook~
C-Town
need my pub like this
Stuck in a rock in a hard place
I am thinkin' I won't bump y'all up, well
I am i got to get my thing off
My style come from Devin
I want a little apartment that's just east of town square
With a big bathroom mirror so I can still do my hair
And it will seem like one of my
guarantee this
Joseph's brothers said, By Allah, indeed you know that we have not come to make mischief
In the land, and we are not thieves
Joseph's men
wanna do, you savour
This step is called the BRU to the T
Bust the rhymes for free, I gets down
Mack is inside your town
Busting lyrics tourture like
[Harlettes:] This is the story of a young girl
who was the hippest chick in town.
They call her Big Noise from Winettka.
Miss Birdie's sure to get
as you can
It'll make you head feel good all inside.
So the Captain says alright
He takes himself three big tokes
Off that funny little brown weed
a wonderful town
I’ll take manhattan
The bronx and staten island too
It’s lovely going through the zoo
The great big city’s a wondrous toy
Just made for
hurt if you come from out of town
But down by lord that's word
Fantastic
Show stoppin emcees
Yeah here streets is move by glocks in whos pocket
But
a shadow out there
They've got the places they can go
They've got the people who stare
They've got to walk in their shoes
They've got to see what they see
piano the Cajun way
While the people gathered round just to hear me play
Got a little boy to be a big, big man
Got my wife and got my land
Playing
hair
Very rare, mom jeans on her derriere
Throwing up the West Side as we tear in the air
Stop by Pike Place, throwing fish to a player
Downtown,
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The Fad Of The Land
I'm a marinade
Of what's hot this
Providence Montana
Just a dusty cattle town
It lays there in the heat
Just a place to keep you down
Hattie Porter was a plain girl
By
never realize
Under the green cover there are kings in disguise
Forest! Representing the town
Forest! Gonna burn the place down
Forest! Taking out all
the gate and went out into the big green meadow.
On the branch of a big tree sat a little bird.
''All is quiet'', said the bird.
''Holy cow! A talking
gotta pull up on her
Every time I'm down here
I tried to get her to move to LA, but she say that she can't
My little baddie such a
A-town girl
This is the story of a young girl
Who was the hippest chick in town.
They call her Big Noise from Winettka.
Miss Birdie's sure to get around.
Big
I'm just. small town living
Living it up, in a small ass town yeah..
But I got places I'm going
I know these lands I'm roaming
We can roll the dice,
a hunnert-and-ten of 'em
I says, "Pig Pen, they just didn't have no faith
"They definitely gone ten-seven."
By the time we got into that Piccadilly Town,
'Bout half
This big town is a shelter for me
I found a place to hide my misery
I lost my love so long ago
And though my heart is hurting so
The one I love
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