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legs
Bring that beat back to me again

Screaming, shouting, louder innocence
Days when all we did would never end
Screaming down that old dirt hill
legs
Bring that beat back to me again

Screamin', shoutin', louder innocence
Days when all we did would never end

Screamin' down that old dirt
legs
Bring that beat back to me again

Screamin', shoutin', louder innocence
Days when all we did would never end

Screamin' down that old dirt
hills that have been passed by,
Well, they've seen their share of leavin' in their time.

Old familiar dirt roads wind through the piney glade,
Where
Makes that eight by ten a brighter hill

Before he started doing all the hard time that he's doing
He was singing in them honky-tonks and dives
He dreamed
On a windin' dirt back road
In the hills of Arkansas
In a little country farmhouse
With his mama and his pa
Lived a plain old plough boy
By
I'm like Matthew McConaugh
Don't need to be a detective to figure out that she want it
She ride around in a Cadi, probably bought by her father
She
like Matthew Mcconaugh
Don't need to be a detective to figure out that she want it
She ride around in a Cadi, probably bought by her father
She loves
It's like I'm in the dirt, digging up old hurt
Tried everything to get my mind off you, it won't work
All it takes is one song on the radio you're
It's like I'm in the dirt, digging up old hurt
Tried everything to get my mind off you, it won't work
All it takes is one song on the radio you're
Country fried, baptized in gravy
I can't wash off what the good Lord made ya
No matter how far that highway goes
An old dirt road'll get you home
at us funny, boy, we'll bring rap back.
And that'll hurt you like Superman, chased by a group of men.
With dyna-mics, real hip-hop'll do you in.
For
dirt
It's easy not to base our lives
On how much we can scam

And you know
It feels good to lift that monkey off our backs

I'm thankful I live in
it!
It's time to get blood 
And we get blood everywhere!

Bring, bring, bring that shit back (the wicked)
Bring that shit back
The wicked, Hellawicked
Well-seasoned like curry from India or Jamaica
Bring yuh gal to de show mi posse may tek her
Then cake her, how we're flipping thoughts skipping
Ready for
under your hat
Cause if the word got out you killed him then they killin' you back
I never thought that '86 would bring me trouble again
You'd think but
under your hat
Cause if the word got out you killed him then they killin' you back
I never thought that '86 would bring me trouble again
You'd think but
hundred S drivin with hand on trigger
Crazy Lestat, check my track record
Everything I touch is gold since eighteen years old
So what that mean?  I roll
Jordans or something
or get a TechnoMarine, that's what we wore back then

I made this one beat where I sped up this Hal Melville sample
I played it for
old
Still gotta flip on the same hoe
Niggas that be tryin' to study the thugs
But nigga back up it's a Bone thing what,
Never taking no shorts or no
niggaz
Bitch niggaz fuckin my body
Bring that fuckin meth in here
Yo yo yo yo
Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain

Champion gear that I rock, you get
fold 
Me and Bill Clinton want to bust in those on homeless 14 years old (she's young) 
Doin drive by's in fuckin pink caddies 
Tie you up and beat you
J-DAMS, bring mayhem
Hold up, god damn, it's just a party
Dirty red carpet and you walk by me wobbly
Obviously, oblivious, frontin' snobby

Heat
I'ma change it
This shit is anus, ain't it? Fuck 'em, Kiss bring it home
I ryde or die with Beat Club, won't bend for the sake of this song

[Jadakiss]
gon' let the gats pop
From the old rifles on the dirt road to the handguns on the blacktop
Don't get the plot wrong, this ain't a black or white