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Down in the place where I call home
I've been workin' my fingers to the bone
Pickin' white gold, pickin' white gold

All day long in Louisiana sun
His four to hart, and his trey to spade
Three kings with their legions come
Preparations soon where made
They voted club the days commander
Gave him
into diamond
His four to hart, and his trey to spade
Three kings with their legions come
Preparations soon where made

They voted club the days
[verse 1]
Full blown
Rap rock and roll
Whatever happened to solid gold?
Ain't like it can't and won't get sold
Sold by the same cats
Stole yo soul
Once in a while maybe you will feel the urge
To break international copyright law
By downloading M-P-3's from file-sharing sites
Like Morpheus
four to hart, and his trey to spade
Three kings with their legions come
Preparations soon where made

They voted club the days commander
Gave him an army
His four to hart, and his trey to spade
Three Kings with their legions come
Preparations soon where made
They voted club the days commander
Gave him
eighty three

When Maskells is over it's out on your bike
Doing bunny hops and wheelies if you like
Nicking from the shop and comparing your Nike
Dropping
the solid gold band

Reflects back the face of a whore.


Freddie would play on his guitar all day

And sometimes his firgers would bleed

Sam would ride
[Can it be that it was all so simple then]
KnowhatI'msayin, take you on this lyrical high real quick
Nineteen ninety three exoticness
George Washington at 21
Sucking solid gold from solid ground
Using his hollowed topless chopped cherry tree straw

And the wealthy west can not be
nigga, South Philly with mittens, look how chilly the rist is; poppin wheelys
with bitches; Poppin wheelys at snitches
You got three ways to die; Fire
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.

III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe

In her white lace
You
How could things be so easy some days 
And so hard in times when I could use 
Some help coming by my way 
I just don't know why you won't take me
There were three wise men from afar
Directed by a glorious star, 
And on they wandered night and day
Until they came where Jesus lay, 
And when they
y'all
(Y'all)
So much love between north and west
(Ha)

Go back in the day
British knights and gold chains
Do the prep and cabbage patch
And wear your
every day I make the front page news
No time to pay my dues
I got a million pairs of shoes
This is the life!

I got a solid gold Cadillac
I make a fortune
love and affection
One of these days you're gonna listen
Take it from me, I'm not your no exception
And that's a solid-gold guarantee

With every step
grateful of
Such a faithful love
And it gets sweeter as the days go by
Sweeter as the days go by

Oh I'd be lost without you baby
Now, don't ever leave me
just got evidence we're headed for some solid ground.

[Chorus]

The night is followed, the night is swallowed by the day
The night is followed,
mad pies
Low price, I blow dice and throw em
Forty-five by my scrotum, manifest the "Do or Die" slogan
My niggas roll in ten M3's
Twenty Gods popping
Seeing the cow dead before he was born
It's the man he, he loved
The solid pieces fell on the ground
He couldn't kill another life [Repeat: x3]

It's
fun

Wild child, I was twenty three born again
When I heard Aretha sing
Just a little piece of a good thing
My evolution, my evolution

Heart stolen by
pub radius
Became different person
The reality of right of portion of forthcoming
'Tricity and face three years solid for evasion
Was possessed by
Another day just rolling by in the same old town. 
Another drink at the local bar, hear the same old sound. 
That jukebox singing solid country