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as well get ill
I walked in the house, the Big Bad Fresh Prince
But Freddy killed all that noise real quick
He grabbed me by my neck and said, ";Here's
as well get ill
I walked in the house, the Big Bad Fresh Prince
But Freddy killed all that noise real quick
He grabbed me by my neck and said, ";Here's
Sittin' 'round watchin' all these pretty things.
Get down in that Georgia clay
And I'll find peace.
At the bottom of a real tall cold drink.
Chillin' with
was coming
It took me by surprise
Again.
And I hear you're in
San Francisco
Living with your sister
Who's a mother to be.
And her husband's way
The longest train I ever saw
Went down that Georgia line
The engine passed at six o'clock
And the cab passed by at nine

In the pines, in the pines
coming

It took me by surprise again.
And I hear you're in San Francisco
Living with your sister who's a mother to be.
And her husband's way down in
tailgate.
Sittin' 'round watchin' all these pretty things.
Get down in that Georgia clay
And I'll find peace.
At the bottom of a real tall cold drink.
When you're burned by the need, heartache won't let go
And you're searching in your soul for a stranger who won't say no
Steal a way to my soul
Posse got you in the cross
We done gotcha
In the mOtherfuckin' scope
We done shot cha
We get more wilder than a chicken with his head cut off
Three 6
Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian
Standin' over by the door
Fell in love with a Chocktaw maid
Over in the Georgia store

Kaw-Liga, ooh
Standin'
Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian
Standin' over by the door
Fell in love with a Chocktaw maid
Over in the Georgia store

Kaw-Liga, ooh
Standin'
Copper kettles sitting side by each
Copper coil, cup o'Georgia peach
Down on Copperline
Half a mile down to Morgan Creek
Leaning heavy on the end
here trying to get by

[Chorus]

Just like to say man
We need to get back to goin' to grandma house
Lil' kids playin' football in the streets
From
Many years ago in Brushcreek Georgia
Molly Marlo was a virgin girl
She lived a mile from a fool named Barney Dawson
Hell bent on getting inside
on the ocean
Save your strength for things that you can change
Forgive the ones you can't
You gotta let it go

Like a sweet sunset in Georgia let it go
And like
The longest train I ever saw
Went down that Georgia line
The engine passed at six o'clock
And the cab passed by at nine

In the pines, in the pines
Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian
Standin' over by the door
Fell in love with a Chocktaw maid
Over in the Georgia store

Kaw-Liga, ooh
Standin'
Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian
Standin' over by the door
Fell in love with a Chocktaw maid
Over in the Georgia store

Kaw-Liga, ooh
Standin'
A weeping willow motel sign 
By Georgia I am hypnotized more batteries for my power ma'am 
I'm tuning into radio let it change me till we drive again 

In
flo'
Looked him right in the eye and said, "Boy,
You got to go!
I'm tired of your foolishness
And if you don't behave,
I'm goin' grab you by your
we roll

Like a soda pop, drop the top
About to put a straw in it
Little niggaz actin'up
Old heads packin' up
Headed down to Florida
About to be
exquisite young coolie high production 

Caught up in the hollow-head suction 

Ten pogo sticks, two black-belts that break bricks 

Diet coke meetin's
Yo 'Pac yo, I heard you got beat up by the police
Got a big fat lawsuit and everything
Niggas just wanna know
If you still gon' be on some
Unemployment said I got no more checks
And they showed me to the hall
My brother died in Georgia some time ago
I got no one left to call
Summer wasn't bad
Times"
feelin like J.J., I'm standin in the food bank line
My momma was ridin on the bus tryna get to work
Early in the morn', it's cold and her knees hurt