Lyrics:
So you're from Jacksonville
Kicking it like Buffalo Bill
Getting butt-fucked by your uncle Chuck
While your sister's on her knees waiting for your
So you're from Jacksonville
Kicking it like Buffalo Bill
Getting butt-fucked by your uncle Chuck
While your sister's on her knees waiting for your
the hill but show up when you incline
They don't wanna pay your bills but show up when its lunch time
Whats sad I still let em eat but some won't ever touch
mister" they squeal, my mother, she's sick
He holds a small box, filled with bills
He fills their claws with crumpled tickets to temporary might
Agents
He'll grow up too fast his mother said
He can't wait to get in shoulder pads
The days go by so fast I can't believe
That someday he may decide
It's
the person Im to become
Can't be broke, by any means collect them funds
we fall victim to drugs money and guns
That's the story of the son, slung, stuck in
my mother huh?
Well I got some bullets for this Wesson
Ima leave you some
He ain't act this way when he was kidnapped
He took him from his mother
But now, my son, my dearest boy
I've come to give you absolution
Oh, dearest fox, dear Mother Fox
Don't think you can humbug me so easily
Come
Happy Mother’s Day
To the greatest mom of all time
Thanks for being here right by My side
You’re my everything, you are My life
Happy Mother’s Day
facility to await deportation
It looked like the rent was going to be late again
James heard the door open and his nose was assaulted by
Patchouli
around me)
Yo, straight up son (CREAM, get the money)
That's what it's about
(Dolla dolla bill, y'all)
It's all about this cream, y'all
(Cash rules
Crash-barrier Waltzer -
Some only son's mother. Baker Street casualty.
Oh, Mr. Policeman - blue shirt ballet master.
Feet in sticking plaster - Move the old
your
By your-, by your buildin' and shit
I know he ain't down with your team
Who?
I don't know, some skinny lookin', big head nigga
You know what
your
By your-, by your buildin' and shit
I know he ain't down with your team
Who?
I don't know, some skinny lookin', big head nigga
You know what
the morning
You could see a single mother going to work
And supporting four of her children
Another mother mourning
Cause her son is in the dirt and he snoring
mothers and fathers
Hustling everyday
Just tryna make a way
Day by day
I can't believe my brotha layin in the grave
Some locked up in the cage I can't pay
the Rainbow Bridge and their souls go to heaven. Right. And my my mother in law walks in and we're crying. And my son says, oh, Spock went across the Rainbow
I want you to uh, I want to a
If you don't mind Carl, I'd like you to stay out and help us on some songs
I'd love to
One of the greatest guitar
I wish I could see my mother's smile
Yeah I know that it's been a while
Remember back up in the Isle
Nothin Grand but you made it out
I'm proud that
been fun cause it ain't...
Don't think I don't love you cause I don't
ONCE A DAY
(Bill Anderson)
« © '64 Moss Rose Publications »
When I found
the funds
Put a 10 on fuel and a 10 on some B&H Blue and a 10 on the Rum
My daughter won't ever react like her mother concerning someone's else son
Are you
Out
Here they come
Don’t you hear the beating of they mother fucking drums
Nigga
Watch out
Here they come
Don’t you hear the beating of they mother
yellow bellied, son of tricky Dicky is
Gonna mother hubbard, soft soap me with just a pocket full of oil,
Money for oil,
Money for oil.
I'm sick
[Uncle Howie]
"Glenwood mother-fuckin' Projects, that was the fuckin' place man. Fuckin'
crack smoking all night. Cookin' it up, sellin' C4,
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