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Albums:

An Extraordinary Tribute to Fiona Apple (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Fiona's Moment (Fiona) · Lullaby for Fiona (Casey Nielsen) · Feeling Fiona (The Fawns) · Fiona's Moment (Fiona) · Fiona's Moment (Fiona) · The Interpreter: Live at Largo (Rhett Miller) · Live at Largo (Glen Phillips) · Live at Largo (Elliott Smith) · Largo (Largo) – and 90 other albums »


forty acres of corn in the ground
Tennessee taters we sell by the pound
Proud as we can be
To live in Tennessee

Mama you and dad have got to come stay
there
We got, forty acres of corn on the ground
Tennessee taters we sell by the pound
Proud as we can be, to live in Tennessee

Momma you and Dad
learning a new word, its yacht
Blew the world up as soon as I hit the club with her
Too Short called, told me "I fell in love with her"
Seen by actors, ball
learning a new word, its yacht
Blew the world up as soon as I hit the club with her
Too Short called, told me "I fell in love with her"
Seen by actors, ball
Havin' lunch at The Petroleum Club
Smokin' fine cigars and swappin' lives
He said, "Give me another slice of that barbecued brisket
Give me another
throwin' epithets
And the doctor thinks a devil musta got you by your senses
But to live the way you please doesn't sound like possession
Four long years
[Redman and Erick Sermon]
Live at the tunnel why'all
Big Kap and Funk Flex (look around)
Hit me back why'all, Def Squad why'all
Hold it down,
Yo Silkk
What up?
Tell Jigga we need 4 apples,
2 bananas and 5 oranges
You sure?
Nigga, he know what I'm talkin 'bout
Aight, I'll get him
fucking talking snake unravel from trees
With an apple to eat, that shit never happens to me
I don’t know if you do or don’t exist, it is driving me crazy
Verse 1

Yo I roll with Godbody
Prayin fearin nobody
My life belong to Him
So I don't need a shoty

You ain't got no peace at home
Ridin, cryin
or rabbit from trees
With an apple to eat, that shit never happens to me
I don't know if you do or don't exist, shit is driving me crazy
Send your
a
Gangsta
Fighting in the club, that don't make you a gangsta
You say you been to jail, that don't make you a gangsta
Better listen to me man, that's his
through the block, by the club house
When you see the car behind me, air that shit out

If my death is anything like my life
Then I'mma die like a G
a
Gangsta
Fighting in the club, that don't make you a gangsta
You say you been to jail, that don't make you a gangsta
Better listen to me man, that's his
a
Gangsta
Fighting in the club, that don't make you a gangsta
You say you been to jail, that don't make you a gangsta
Better listen to me man, that's his
a
Gangsta
Fighting in the club, that don't make you a gangsta
You say you been to jail, that don't make you a gangsta
Better listen to me man, that's his
newspapers by the kitchen sink
You think I'm off limits driving a 74 dodge Plymouth
Up the street with human feet colored apple-green
With spots eatin
I live it to the fullest 'til I'm Swayze
And you only live it once, so I'm thinkin' 'bout this nice, nice lady
Wait, no, stop me now before I get
of dice, life's crazy
So I live it to the fullest 'til I'm Swayze
And you only live it once, so I'm thinkin' 'bout this nice, nice lady
Wait, no, stop me
hate me fall backkkkkk

No choice by force I sport
To go and cop sum ice
Designer on my mojo
I live in the spotlight
Real street nigga aint no flaw

Racks

YC

Racks

YC

2011

ain't no clone
We at da top where we belong
Straight lean, rozay', patron
Smoking on thousand dollas worth of strong
When da club bout to hear dis
where i started sure ain't for me
the B.G.
that's the name I go by
test me 
you die S Kangol why
hide out
at the club, slide out
ride out
yo'
Would you rather live life like me or by the book? (you get it?)
Sheesh, we are what we are
Make the wrong move will put your faggot ass in the ER
He's
live life like me or by the book?
Sheesh, we are what we are
Make the wrong move will put your faggot ass in the ER

Flat line if it's red apples fallin'
thowed stop actin lik you didn't kno
Gettin rich n we still screamin "Gimme mo!"
In the props gotta stay on ya tippy toes
They tryda kill me few bullets