Lyrics:
little town of Bethlehem how still we see Thee lie
Above Thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by
Yet in Thy dark streets shineth
Whenever you in town and looking for a thrill
If Lincoln can't get it, Jackson sure will
On a greenback, greenback dollar bill
Just a little piece
As I was walking down the street last night
A pretty little girl came into sight
I bowed and smiled and asked her name
She said, "Hold it bud, I
screams where she sons at
Tryin to hunt that, recurring dream of high stakes
The fourth largest, first artist, Brooklyn is the place
Settled by the judge
She
She came from the land of the cotton
A land that was nearly forgotten
By everyone
And she
She worked and she slaved so hard
Big old field
My folks own the land round here
And our big old house now for some fifty odd years
We'd all seen a few rough days
But I never dreamed I'd watch it
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
the V-Town
These muthafuckas is dope though
I'm tellin you, bro
You ain't never heard no shit like this befo'
So Jay Tee, step up to that mic and tell em
I grew up with comfort and safety
And if I'm being honest, a little frustrating
'Cuz everyone in town knew my name
Constant reminders of where I've
a businessman in the Holy Land as a sidewalk souvenir shop
I bought a little Bible since I'd hardly stopped
And it was in Paris France somehow by chance that
homie go do your thing"
Big DMT make you go insane
Little LSD to leave your soul untamed
Smoke THC up out a gas tank
I laugh my whole way to the bank
I
spent the whole world
In your green eyes and reddish set gold
Yeah, we had big love in a small town
What I'd give just to get a little bit back now
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
She, she came from the land of the cotton
Land that was nearly forgotten by everyone
And she worked and she slaved so hard
A big old field was her
roads covered with ice
Wheels spin on the ground like a ton of little mice
It’s suffice, though, so away I go
Leave the parking lot, slide off to the left
In those heads a shining place, a town inside this home
We don't need you to do what we do
We don't need you to do what we do
Little lips, hammers
At first Mom and Poppa called the little girl a lady
They raised her on the banks of a river bed
A house boat tied to a big tall tree
A home for
Hope you understand
I've got a little place with a long front porch
On a big ole stretch of land
So when life gets tough, when you've had enough
Back seat rappin
Fast seat landin
Cross seas parties ina new land and
Havin what we want
Cuz we planned it
On the sand
Just dancin
Passin brown
Each time you come, you leave a little sorrow
You're like that big, big storm that tore the town apart
Left everyone trying to console their aching
soul for a little bit of heaven
Put my heart in the wrong hands
I've gone places where
I swore I would never go again
See I've never had any
respected by society
At the parties at his place
All the rich folks came around
Wasn't long before Billy was the
Mayor of the town bankers put up the money
from
Where we from
The land of the mud and if you want it
Best believe you can get it from us
Where we from
Where we from dirt roads and backwoods by
She, she came from the land of the cotton
Land that was nearly forgotten by everyone
And she, she worked and she slaved so hard
A big old field
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