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That big talkin' man and his little five piece band
Just taught her what I didn't know how
Gosh, I hate Alan Jackson

Now I'm his openin' act
Oh, I love
How 'bout ya show me what kind of cowboy you are?

Are you a Kenny tequila, Buffet margarita
Or an Alan Jackson hurricane?
Are you a good time,
he climbed up on his jet
Played south Florida with Alan Jackson
That's some things that you never forget
And all that stuff it makes you feel real good
attraction
Any ole dance will do
We like all the Jacksons
Janet, Michael, Tito, Stonewall, Jessie, Reggie, Alan too

Its hip hop and honky tonk
We can bust
land 
Welcome to Nashville, land of opportunity 
Welcome to Nashville, your cab driver knows Alan Jackson 
Welcome to Nashville, the dreams are
that bad

Then I asked her if she'd heard of Alan Jackson
And she said, "Didn't he sing that song
Called 'Where Were You'?"
I said, "Yeah, but girl, that
Written by: blue/smith

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

It's hot and dusty
Getting old and rusty
And I'm not talking about my car

Torn and tattered
Bruised
doin, man
Don't give a damn if the squares don't understand
You let em tell you what to say and what to write
Your whole career'll be over by tomorrow
Waiting around a crew of thugs
That parade in blue and yelling 'cause
(Whats up? 'Cuz)
Ate by selling drugs
'38 snub in the waist, in case fools lose
Michael Jackson

Never stop, I workaholic
Like spit sweat splatter Jackson Pollock
But I'm not an artist, I just work the hardest
I beat it to a pulp,
[Warren G]
Waiting around a crew of thugs
That parade in blue, and yelling 'cause (whats up cuz)
Ate by selling drugs
'38 snub in the waist, in
side

The late Michael Jackson doing the moon walk on the telly
And I was like "who's bad?"
Sitting there smoking, sipping MD 20/20 thinking I was
and Smith-n-Wessed up, ready to press up 
 and fuck their nest up, the enemy is Hennessey to sessed up 
 Actin up, hit my motherfuckin man up 
 Never again will he
Verse 1: 

Don't underestimate the reach 

Here comes that city brother who lives by the beach 

Defari  work for Likwit organize 

Dodger hats
doin, man
Don't give a damn if the squares don't understand
You let em tell you what to say and what to write
Your whole career'll be over by tomorrow
a day job
I get it in like cool hands Luke, till it blew in my face like blue man group
Its

Pay day, pay day
Whether its 9 to 5 I do it writing rhymes
I
the reds and blues
'Cause I don't like it when you shy
Then if you run out of gas, go get pumped up
I'm gonna be here by and by

Pass them pasteboards
Punk ass niggaz man
Niggaz don't know man
I better let all their brainz blo nigga
Man listen

Let the madness begin nigga, let it begin
Let
to the party
By the end of the night
Got Nichole got needs
And I needs mine
'Cause Funny Man
Is just so damn sexual
Gotta ass on my mind
It's just so damn edible
my paint change to blue
By the way my paint change to red, you would swear I'm claiming that too
Yeah they be banging that Whoo Kid, and be banging
[master p]
Damn, these niggas ain't come with that shit there man
Check this out

[master p]
See I'm a g on the grind 24/7
Don't give a damn if I
about respect?
I'll put your bitch in check, and I'll bet
You won't run up, son of a punk and a bitch, too
I shoulda did a drive by on you and your
her she can't bear my children
Tip top denim I'm known to be a menace
Fly blue-drop tinted, rolling up my spinach
In my new zone spinning
Elevating
her she can't bear my children
Tip top denim I'm known to be a menace
Fly blue-drop tinted, rolling up my spinach
In my new zone spinning
Elevating
You never hear that we buckle
Beef? we chuckle
Scuffle over a game of pinochle
Anything up on my money, man, I gotta see double
Unless you want