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Down yonder green valley where streamlets meander,
When twilight is fading, I pensively rove,
Or at the bright noontide in solitude wander
Amid
for these times 
Spun around my record deck 
How green was my valley 
How blue the eyes that wept 
Looking back I don't think that I really cared
a crew cut, he was lean and he was handsome
And my mother wore a sash of yellow roses on her gown

They would walk me down from Green Street
Pass
day I go mourning in search of my love!
Ye echoes! oh tell me, where is the sweet maiden?
"She sleeps 'neath the green turf down by the Ash Grove."]
sat in a game at the Miner's Saloon soon I had doubled my stake
The cards run like they'd been dealt by Lady Luck they were just sealin' my fate
A young
I don't really know how I got here this time
I was only just following orders
Listening to the voice in my mind
Saying steer clear of margins
was lulling to sleep
My young soul...
How beautiful were the views of nocturnal land
How wonderful was the life in complete solitude
Away from
in disguise.

I says, â??Me charming creature,
My joy, my hearts delight,
How far have you to travel
This dark and dreary night?â??

"I'm in
Now I woke up this morning yes there was rubbling in my mind 
I was thinking about my baby I left her so far behind 
Oh now I wonder Lord I
how was your night?
Yeah well, any minute now God's gonna hit them brights
So if you stick around, don't you say that you weren't told

Well, take
by the window, wit an AK ready for niggas wit their gunplay 
Cap peelers, drug dealers, I thought you knew 
that if you fuck wit one of my niggas
Sat back, relaxed though the ride was tight 
I was thinking of the rhymes I wrote last night 
Next stop was mine, a familiar scene 
I was meeting my
and tree spots 
We want the better life, the mo' better cheddar life 
I was a young thug when my momma threw me out 
Starvin' on the streets, the gods
Sat back, relaxed though the ride was tight
I was thinking of the rhymes I wrote last night
Next stop was mine, a familar scene
I was meeting my
finger nails
I'm true to the style on my behalf
I put the bubbles in the tub so I could take a bubble bath
Clean, dry, was my, body and hair
I threw
and this is
How we will
Our men in the ravine (That's this area in green)
Will move across the valley where they plainly
Can be seen
And the enemy (in
a finger on his naps
Now he up under the bridge stankin
In his birthday suit
Used to always holler about how he was gon do a brother (get him!)
Beat him
California
That coochie juicy
Thumbin that booty when I’m bonin
Peep that from the back that show you
How sexy the lot can share
Freaky ho from Valley
finger nails
I'm true to the style on my behalf
I put the bubbles in the tub so I could take a bubble bath
Clean, dry, was my, body and hair
I threw
before our basketball pep-rally jumped off
(hah!) My house, my home, my hood (hah!)
My brother, my sister, my cous' (hah!)
My niggas that was there from
brother, my sister, my cous' (hah!)
My niggaz that was there from the beginin
been wit me even 'fore they knew what bein with me was
why'all niggaz just
brother, my sister, my cous' (hah!)
My niggaz that was there from the beginin
been wit me even 'fore they knew what bein with me was
why'all niggaz just