Lyrics:
pot
The law caught wind of sonny and one day he got caught
But he was back in business when they set him free again
The road goes on forever
Said He coming back on the way now
I don't when, any day now
Better leave the toys on the playground
You still think it's yours you can take
Up, up
shake Casena's song
Casena lived across a gravel road
From a poor white farmer with kids half growed
What they thought of her they never showed. Jim
mix wit a flip
That's a lucky day on the six
Big whale big fish
No cap took risk
My life's a movie write scripts
I really had to take them hits
Ready'll
please
Name and occupation: Aes, I twidddle thumbs with underlings
Orange eyes, head shrunk, age: a million, sex: drugs
Barrel in escorted by a chorus line
baby by my side
David Allan Coe and a six pack of Light
An old dirt road and I'll be just fine
Give me a Sunday morning that's full of grace
A simple
baby by my side
David Allan Coe and a six pack of Light
An old dirt road and I'll be just fine
Give me a Sunday morning that's full of grace
A simple
I remember all those days
I had no pot to piss in
I remember all them days
When i was in a mission
Had my mind up in the clouds
Im trynna see my
hectic
But get arrested but get respected
Piss infested, dislexic
Take caution money, for extortion money
Girls fate just for abortion money
Honey no day
Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets
REAL UNDERGROUND BABY
By Insane Clown Posse
This clown don't smile and honk your nose.
This clown don't wear green goofy clothes.
And this clown
is the first week of July by the way folks. About three or four days
later... we must have got there around the 30th of June. Anyway, what a great
machine
Foreman says it cuts manpower by fifteen
Oh, but that ain't natural old man Grayson says
'Cause he's a horse drawn man until his dying days
wanna go out like Biggie and Pac,
No gun fire, I'm talking rum and dry, hit me with shots,
Tequila and scotch, I'll wind up on the idiot box,
At six o'
Three days to get it on
And three days to get it off
And three more days to die
Then I'm six feet down
And I'm asking the good Lord up in heaven
You know, the way we go, you betta follow
Six-double-oh travel roads that's narrow
Watch your body, feel it twist like karate
Take dat, feel dat,
Tarara mmm ta tarara
Ahh eyy
Tarara mmm ta tarara
Everyman must kpai one day
Burry six feet inside kolota
Brother make you live your life
Ain't gonna
lure me further just to see
The little girl come undone
A black truck parked by the end of the road
That's where you take me
To finish off my heart
Jeg er on the road, med mitt lag
Vi skal make it one day
De kan ikke se meg nå
Beveger meg low
Alltid vært underdog
Gjør det her for my bro
Skal gjøre
today
CHORUS
Ricky and Danny and Terry and Jim
Dean lasted six months-don't forget him
Perhaps some day this list will end
Till then I tally my
I was six the day James Baldwin died, and fifteen in ninety-six when Tupac's mother
Cried
Turned twenty in twenty-oh-one when Bush lied, and today in
of that bold (bold),
New (new) breed (breeding)
That extinguishes itself
By markings which resemble a
Wide tie
Directly below the
White collar
If it's
edition this is not back in the day
Hit them with the Jim Brown put them on the ground get out my way
I was outside St. Clair West 6th coolin' with
venomous
Dividing us by differences
But you see the difference is
That we take the high road
Patience never gets old, climbing up through the hole
Jim Crow,
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