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attacked Pearl Harbor) a date which will live in infamy."
"This is Bob 'Command performance' Hope telling each Nazi that's in Russia today that, "Crimea
to be country rich is parties by the levy
We be country rich in a rusty old Chevy
We be country rich with a bottle full of brandy
We say country rich, but
Yeah, right, my daughters don't starve
Holdin' me down, pride and truth
The immaculate Dilated Peoples crew
Four by four, eight by eight
Twenty by twenty
We're far from good, not good from far
Ninety miles per hour down Compton Boulevard
With the top down, screamin', "We don't give a fuck"
Drink my
helicopter scared the shit out of him,
And it took off down a trail,
Down past the railroad tracks,
Towards the county jail."
"Jed, you really
downward thinking dead or dead to me!'
Down to the pool and narrow wharf he went,
Seeking a tavern which of old he knew,
A front of timber-crost
It was Labor Day weekend I was seventeen
I bought a Coke and some gasoline
And I drove out to the County Fair
When I saw her for the first time
across the county line
I ain't never meet a woman who was ever worth a dime
But now I've saved my money and I'm movin' on down the track
I got a ticket
Driving through this county
Long shadows chase me down
By the side of the road
Never thought I'd make it back to see you
Man, we sure got old
Roll
I beat yo' ass twice and you still here
Seven years old, think you run this house by yourself?
Nigga, you gon' fear me if you don't fear no one else
I beat yo' ass twice and you still here
Seven years old, think you run this house by yourself?
Nigga, you gon' fear me if you don't fear no one else
It was Labor Day weekend I was seventeen
I bought a Coke and some gasoline
And I drove out to the County Fair
When I saw her for the first time
TO SETTLE-DOWN...
BUT BY THE BREcK OF DcY YOU'RE WRECKED,
‘COS cLL YOUR FERRY FcRE'S BEEN NECKED!
& NOW YOU'RE HERE YOU'LL NEVER LEcVE OLD
this way and let your mind be free
And by the way, welcome to the party
Hey Grand master Bob that
Old school shit's fresh
But uh let's rock some of that
way (uh)
I'm twenty-eight light years old
If the refs get political, dribble like Bob Dole
Am I gettin' lyrical
Daddy, I think so
Monstar droppin'
them badges, you get dealt with the maggots
Heard drive-bys everyday
Seen homies die early age, though we still gang bang anyway
Uh, yeah, uh, Figg
From Southwest Detroit deep within some island's industrial
Waste depositories it's Shaggy Time!
Hey! How ya doin' down there? I've got mice
years old thugging
Shoot, I said who we, we don't even speak
DJ Cannon blamming in the middle of the street
Come on
I go hard
See me running down
rooster and one spotted hog
One evenin' quite early they camped on the plat
Down by the road on a green shady flat
Where Betsy got tired and lay down
rooster
And one spottled hog
One evenin' quite early they camped on the plat
Down by the road on a green shady flat
Where Betsy got tired and lay
By the sweet bay of Dublin, while carelessly strolling
I sat myself down by a green myrtle shade
Reclined on the beach, as the wild waves were
the tropics by the cool sand
This my shakin' down you niggas' pockets, I don't do friends
And I don't do trends
Fuck it though I'll ride with you then!
I woke up this morning in Muhlenberg county
Just feet from the old Rochester Dam
I was on my way to hell with paradise waiting
Just five miles from
And a toast of the wine at the end of the line
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And a toll of the bell for the next one to die
Back in the coal fields of old harlan county
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