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A Jam Band Tribute to the Allman Brothers (Hutchinson, Hutch) · An Evening with the Allman Brothers Band: First Set/Second Set/Seven Turns (The Allman Brothers Band) · Playlist: The Very Best of the Allman Brothers Band (The Allman Brothers Band) · 20th Century Masters - The Millennium Collection: The Best of the Allman Brothers Band (The Allman Brothers Band) · The Best of the Allman Brothers Band: Green Series (The Allman Brothers Band) · The Allman Brothers Band (The Allman Brothers Band) · 20th Century Masters - The Millennium Collection: The Best of the Allman Brothers Band (The Allman Brothers Band) · The Allman Brothers Band (The Allman Brothers Band) · An Evening with the Allman Brothers Band: First Set (The Allman Brothers Band) · The Essential Allman Brothers Band: The Epic Years (The Allman Brothers Band) – and 90 other albums »


women honey not hoe or bitch
I'm into Tanya Tucker, Twisted Brown Truck
The Allman Brothers Band and Marshall Tucker
I'm not in this for money I do it
a brother named Frankie Frankie ain't no good 
Ever since we were young kids it's been the same come down 
I'd get a call on a short way Frankie's in
always go wrong
You ain't supposed to fight but spread joy in this season
But when they get the nog they just look for a reason
In no time at all
could
I got a brother named Frankie and Frankie ain't no good

Now ever since we was young kids it's been the same come down
I get a call over
a road play bap bap you
Beat so unbrand just call me
Uptown beveling Jerry look at my
Brother's spike no talking
Bring alders on pass by your house
north in Detroit town
Because I'm older now
And I ain't got no time to cry

I got no time to look back
I got no time to see
The pieces of my heart that
Back in the day, in our sleep little town
Out of nowhere, a hippie band came around
They set up camp (down by the river)
Close to SoSo curve
the fence
Coach hit the bench
Both teams lose
Good game, good game
Granny yelling go Cubs, Cubs ain't playing

My little brother is a funny dude
A lot
ain't crossin' over
Oops ! scud scrub patriot makes pulver
The music hits, fierce as it is
Check the brothers in the crowd that 'hiss'
Good grief
just dreamin', I ain't got no ride
And the junkyard's a pretty good ways
That job's about a half week old besides
It'd be gone now anyway
outfit
I got me a haircut and shave
I'd trek through the snow

For no good reason
Just to go by her cabin each day
I don't know about love
But I was
What it is is bullshit Colt
45 another gun to the brain
Who's sellin' us pain
In the hood another up to no good
Plan that's designed by the other man
This stoop is my throne, this hood is my home
And the sky's always blue by the brownstones
We in Brooklyn, it ain't no Beverly Hills
Basically we
This stoop is my throne, this hood is my home
And the sky's always blue by the brownstones
We in Brooklyn, it ain't no Beverly Hills
Basically we
boys and follow orders
Now don't take girls from one another
No, no, no, no, no
We'll treat a sailor like a brother

Go, Special, go; blow, whistle,
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Only place that's right for me
Chromed out mansion in paradise, in the sky

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin'
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Only place that's right for me
Chromed out mansion in paradise, in the sky

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin'
boys and follow orders
Now don't take girls from one another
No, no, no, no, no
We'll treat a sailor like a brother

Go, Special, go; blow, whistle,
just dreamin', I ain't got no ride
And the junkyard's a pretty good ways
That job's about a half week old besides
It'd be gone now anyway
the shit ain't really on 
One man band from the Wu-Tang clan 
Ask who the man, goddamn, it be Method 
Here here I am in the plan
Puttin' Def Jam's on my
that's just for us
Niggaz ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood
Y'all know what I mean 
Where do niggaz go when we die?
Ain't no heaven for
good
In fact God is not good sometimes
He's good all the time

[Chorus 2x: Ron Isley]
No matter how hard I cry
It just don't seem loud enough
Lord
just dreamin', I ain't got no ride
and the junkyard's a pretty good ways
that job's about a half week old besides
it'd be gone now anyway
the sun
This is the time and the place that we have some fun
Now take a see to check the pedigree
of the band that's spelled S-T-E-T
The rhymerator,
brother, nobody cry
Life as a baller, alcohol and booty calls
We used to do them as adolescents, do you recall?
Raised as G's, Loc'ed out and blazed