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Mountain Dew (Grandpa Jones) · Good Ole Mountain Dew (Grandpa Jones) · Mountain Dew (Grandpa Jones) · Fuckin A (The Thermals) · Oi! Fuckin Oi! (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Their Greatest Fuckin' Hits (Chaotic Dischord) · Oi Fuckin' Oi (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Ten Years of Fuckin' Up (NOFX) · A Bridge Too Fuckin' Far ('68 Comeback) · A Bridge Too Fuckin' Far ('68 Comeback) – and 90 other albums »


I'll hush up my mug if you'll fill up my jug with that good ole mountain dew

The preacher rode by with his head hasted high
Said his wife had been
with that good ole mountain dew

The preacher came by with his head high said hi said his wife took down with the flu
And he thought that we're hard
it analyzed
It was nothin' but good ole mountain dew

Well the preacher rolled by with his head heisted high
Said his wife had been down with the flu
with that good ole mountain dew

The preacher came by with his head high said hi said his wife took down with the flu
And he thought that we're hard
it analyzed
It was nothin' but good ole mountain dew

Well the preacher rolled by with his head heisted high
Said his wife had been down with the flu
with that good ole mountain dew

The preacher came by with his head high said hi said his wife took down with the flu
And he thought that we're hard
with
The brother from Brentwood, Long Island, nicknamed Swift Lip
I'm too smooth and yes, I groove to the Slam Track
Wit a Beck's in my right hand,
[Erick Sermon]
G, man, do I have the power like He-Man
To crack a wack MC's head, open like a pea can
Damn, my name should become Sam
But I
to madness
With wild eyes dying
Wild eyes burning
They raise their heads
They swell their cold necks
Like a hungry child's breath
Or a cat who's ripped its
the fat rhyme supplier on the 5 train attire
Goin Uptown, kickin with the songs that be hittin
I'm swingin like my dick on the toilet when I'm shittin
I
of a record
Just respected by others as the man with the solution
An artist of the 80's came and left his contribution
On wax, relax, there's 24 tracks
they seem.I'm just a kid from the USA.With a guitar and something to say.I'm hangin' out with Jimmy Rocketship. On a mission with a rock
(Nigga, you fuckin' with a changed man)
All my real thug niggas, go and get your hands up
You go and drink the Henn' up
(You fuckin' with a changed man)
you fuckin' with a changed man)

All my real thug niggaz, go and get your hands up
You go and drink the Henn' up
(You fuckin' with a changed man)
fuckin' with a changed man)
Changed man, you're dealin' with a changed man

In drop top, the glock cocked, got rocks in my socks
Cops spot Watt niggaz
fuckin with me man
Why they fuckin with me why they fuckin with me huh


See my mind designa dump, pump when I find the pump
I'm a lift him ten feet she
mountain to
The Fountain of Lamneth

Listen

Crying back to consciousness
The coldness grips my skin
The sky is pitching violently
Drawn by shrieking
and drink your blood like a Mountain Dew

I descend to lend a friend a helping hand
to stop a trend, again and again and again, I just can't say when
I
York fuckin City
I been down since BVDs and dew rags
shelltops and shags
I was a little badass with regular and tre bags
Always tryin to get shit I
you'd swear the mixer had fleas 
She's the mutilator, music carnivore 
Spinderella rocks the records with a chainsaw 
You're still amazed by the way
love to give, you my nigga

[Chorus: x2]

Like sweet morning dew
I took one look at you
And it was plain to see
You were my destiny
With you I'll
Open to me, oh my sister, my girl companion
For my head is filled with the dew
The locks of my hair with the drops of the night
I've put off my robe, how
they kinda fool me 
Trying to fill my head with lies 
I will keep on loving you 
So no matter how they persecute 
My decision through righteousness
Billy the mountain
Billy the mountain
A regular picturesque
Postcardy mountain
Residing between lovely
Rosamond and Gorman
With his stunning
with doo rags hangin from my pockets
[Me] Me, the rap bitch that goes back to pediatrics
Early left rappers like you were straight vexin [So]
So