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you cry
Fella, down in the country, it almost make you cry
(spoken: My God, children!)
Women and children flaggin' freight trains for rides

Carmen
and bullwhips cracking
How long? How long?

Lillie Belle, your hair is golden brown
I've seen your black man coming 'round
Swear by God I'm gonna cut him
browns...i wanted to mix the ketchup with the
May-mayonaise, make my own sauce, if that's, could bring out a separate
Plate for that with the chicken, your
crosses are burning fast
Southern man

Lily Belle, your hair is golden brown
I've seen your black man comin' round
Swear by God I'm gonna cut him down!

I
Now your crosses are burning fast
Southern man

Lily Belle, your hair is golden brown
I've seen your black man comin' round
Swear by God I'm gonna
got a lock ya, flavor to bring
Got the championships so I'ma savor the ring
Church boy, raised by my grand momma
Home-bred, I dead all the drama
I'm
wit ya boi Bow Wow 
And dat boi Chris Brown 
All I wanna do is see you take it to the ground 
Bring it up slow 
Twerk dat thing like dem girls in da
wit ya boi Bow Wow 
And dat boi Chris Brown 
All I wanna do is see you take it to the ground 
Bring it up slow 
Twerk dat thing like dem girls in da
so the dogs can't smell 'em c'mon

Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
Brown paper bag (yo Khaled I'm so focused homie I can see clearly now you
puppies
and my turtles and things
all Gods children need a little spring
all Gods children need a little spring


Hey Willie boy where you gonna go
You gave
So we will bring song of praise

How wonderful
How lovely is Your name
You captivate our hearts
You save us by Your grace

God of mercy, God
Brown paper bag (yo khaled I'm so focused homie I can see clearly now you all ready know what it is)

Thank god for those days, thank god for those
Sunny smiles not a raincloud could bring that girl down 
But now... 

What's behind those big brown eyes 
Do you dream at night 
Without your lullaby
and hold your breath
You're gonna draw a pension after your daddy's dead"

"Children, children, get your hat"
"Mama, Mama, what you mean by that?"
"Get
Entertainment, we ship the dope
Your dick's short and funny like Piscopo
Give it up, man, how you gonna stick the dough
Pay me anyway, and you can have that tramp
Welcome to the minds of imfamous ones
Children of God, Jesus' son
Gonna hit you hard, it's the hit man for Christ
Gonna steal your soul, you just
and hold your breath
You're gonna draw a pension after your daddy's dead"

"Children, children, get your hat"
"Mama, Mama, what you mean by that?"
"Get
And the children are born. 
Your feeling through me, I, I, I 
You're the children of the Korn. 

Droppin' smoke in the alley, makin' noise with a double pump,
and hold your breath
You're gonna draw a pension after your daddy's dead"

"Children, children, get your hat"
"Mama, Mama, what you mean by that?"
"Get
the strength that you feel.
Hold in your heart, but never reveal
You were called by the Gods, their powers to wield.
Guard well the secret of steel.
toe straps, but sg talk to em!

[Sean Garrett]
I gotta whole bunch of girls I'm tryin' to bring by their kryptonite,
Betta wear your cake, cause
toe straps, but sg talk to em!

[Sean Garrett]
I gotta whole bunch of girls I'm tryin' to bring by their kryptonite,
Betta wear your cake, cause
in (kick em out)
Bring em in you ain't fiftin we ant speaking (bitch)
Bring em in (kick em out)
Bring em in (kick em out)
Bring em in its Dr Dre
and hold your breath
You're gonna draw a pension after your daddy's dead"

"Children, children, get your hat"
"Mama, Mama, what you mean by that?"
"Get
cows live under fear and stress 
Trying to think what's gonna happen next 
Fear and stress can become a part of you 
In your cells and blood, this is