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the boys, they knew her all by name

Now he's a sport and she's a sport
And all the world, they love a sport
And if you got the urge, we got the time
body, dirty words and a cool head.
Now all I needed was a girl, all I needed was a girl and a bedâ?¦

So I said: â??Good God, give me something I can
Do you, Tammy, take this man, George, to be your lawfully wedded husband?
To love and to cherish until death do you part?

I'll take this man and by
natural born God 
Look, read listen, got the nerve to say you rob 
Hyprocrite, I'm filling out your Death Certificate 
Slanging bean pies and St Ide's in
born God
Look, read listen, got the nerve to say you rob
Hyprocrite, I'm filling out your Death Certificate
Slanging bean pies and St Ide's in
natural born God 
Look, read listen, got the nerve to say you rob 
Hyprocrite, I'm filling out your Death Certificate 
Slanging bean pies and St Ide's in
you do me?
I love to go on about the funk, matter of fact
I'd love to be another funk front runner
But first we gotta deal with the fronters
So I can't
saved if it is God's blessed will?
?Oh no?, said George, ?That will not do I want to die so free
I want to die for the engine I love one hundred and forty
Written by Redd Stewart and Ernest Tubb
(As performed by George Jones) 
When the postman delivered the letter
Well, it filled her old heart full
natural born God 
Look, read listen, got the nerve to say you rob 
Hyprocrite, I'm filling out your Death Certificate 
Slanging bean pies and St Ide's in
my hand on my heat, eyes red from the sweets, I
Realize some things never change
Once in love and it's gone you don't look at it the same, nigga
Fuck
may yet be saved if it is God's blessed will
Oh, no, said Georgie, that will not do, I want to die so free
I want to die for the engine I love, one
people know me
Now where's my God damn trophy?

I'm under a microscope, for the songs I wrote
Cause the ganksta of love don't scapegoat
I tell it like it
Beverly Hills she want to live one day
I can get with that I drop you off home 
I called you hit me back I want to dig that did I? I did that
Put it way
the cash made how my rent's paid
How many guns I sprayed and huns I laid
She said she want to have a family raised kids someday

Like out in Beverly
nature
Love what you did with the place, it looks gorgeous
City-scape where the blood of good men courses
And the dreamers are bull trapped in porcelain
made how my rent's paid
How many guns I sprayed and huns I laid
She said she want to have a family raised kids someday
Like out in Beverly Hills she
Is it Suzi, Beverly, or is it Angie or Faye
Well I'm your island lover upon your girl's parkway
Inside my love canoe she spends her night and day
masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless
Play this, by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I'll be his
masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless

Play this by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I?ll be his
on that Stevie Wonder now it's Frankie Beverly
I done seen days go crazy, time fly by
Maybe it was yesterday or maybe sixty-five
Peace then war, sworn
drop top
Want the Axel Foley life, talkin Beverly Hills cop
Two shots, we sip a lot, one shot, that's all you got
She just wanna be on the scene, stuntin
drop top
Want the Axel Foley life, talkin Beverly Hills cop
Two shots, we sip a lot, one shot, that's all you got
She just wanna be on the scene, stuntin
drop top
Want the Axel Foley life, talkin Beverly Hills cop
Two shots, we sip a lot, one shot, that's all you got
She just wanna be on the scene, stuntin
skin with makeup like Max Factor
My grandfather Stan wasn't Nothin' But a Man
He fell in love with Jivote so he took her by the hand
They had two