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and Sunday too
I go to see my Pearly Blue
Before you hear that rooster crow
You'll see me headed down the road

Now old man Flatt he owned the farm
From
Rascal Flatts is here to lend you my hand
And lead you into the promise land

So come on and take a free ride (free ride)
Come on and take me by my
and Sunday too
I go to see my Pearly Blue
Before you hear that rooster crow
You'll see me headed down the road

Now old man Flatt he owned the farm
From
and Sunday too
I go to see my Pearly Blue
Before you hear that rooster crow
You'll see me headed down the road

Now old man Flatt he owned the farm
From
and Sunday too
I go to see my Pearly Blue
Before you hear that rooster crow
You'll see me headed down the road

Now old man Flatt he owned the farm
From
with a knot in ya sock
Then you might be
Gang related! murder rap
Notches all in your belt
Robbery and sellin'
Trees the only jobs that you held
creep crawling cause I'm taking bigger steps

My name is rascal, listen to my slang
I socialize with the crew and the gang
(ro youth or ?) the streets
[Anybody killa]
I'm always asked if I'm gang related
By police and the public and I'm startin' to hate it
If I wasn't already that would sure make me
with a knot in ya sock
Then you might be
Gang related! murder rap
Notches all in your belt
Robbery and sellin'
Trees the only jobs that you held
the weed spot, pounds of purp, bowl of cereal
Cartoons is on, my favorite shit is The Smurfs
Now I don't slip when I'm down in the dirt, 
cause by this
Dolo and the pour
Got me tore up from the floor up
Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a nigga show up
All the real niggas know us
Back in '09 me
my wicked flow
Wu-tang on the go, never slow time to blow
Up so wuzz up, you better duck or get buck
Live cool shortie who don't give a flying fuck
So
to a nigga? Got me lost in hell
To live and die in LA on bail

(My angel sing) To live and die in L.A.
It's the place to be
You've got to be there to know it
the worst they could do to a nigga, got me lost in hell
To live and die in L.A. On bail, my angel sing

To live and die in L.A.
It's the place to be
want to see me
As I slide my locs on let my khakis hang
Westside connect gang, connect gang bing bing bang

Run away, run away don't get your punk ass
The only way to change me is maybe blow my brains out
Stuck in the middle of the game to get the pain out
Pray to my God everyday but he don't
ours
Caught in ghetto tragedy

I talk to my aunt named Mattie Lee
And recognize the importance of family
Hand me a joint, good music and room to breathe
What's the worst they could do to a nigga got me lost in hell
To live and die in LA on bail, my angel sing

[Chorus: x2]
To live and die in LA, it's
The world surrounds us with its hate

Hello darkness my old friend
I've come to strangle you in spite of what you'd like
And don't be a rascal, don't be
We in the studio
I said, we in the studio
Is this mic on? Check-check

I'm thankful for my position I was given in life
'Cause I know some
to see me as I slide
My locs on let
My khakis hang west side connect gang bing bing
Bang run away run
Away or get yo punk ass sprayed by this H double
O
Introducin live on stage in front of you...
my bredrin Dizzee Rascal! 

Dizzee: As i get past the boucers, walk through the dancefloor, onto the stage I'm
Lyin' in the street
Gotta bullet in your chest
Another drive by shooting
Effective and the best
Home boy was D-O-A
Shot 'em twice in the head
to see me as I slide
My locs on let
My khakis hang west side connect gang bing bing
Bang run away run
Away or get yo punk ass sprayed by this H double
O
tears now
Sitting here in the dark, stalling out in my car
Wishing I could bum a light
From the ghost of the gang tonight