Lyrics:
and the trees have no shade
Spark your motherfucking blunt if you're with me
By the house, by the car
In my backyard
By the tree, by the fence
By the old park
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City
I dreamed about them cotton fields of home
I dreamed about my mother, dear old pappy, sister and brother
can stand out in the fashion world
Be invisible to a white tail
Irresistible to a redneck girl
Well the stars and bars offends some folks and I
niggas know I'm the king
This green I smoke we call it dro'
It's deadliest from Memphis Tenn
You see my folk we ain't no joke
Don't turn this into
fields and home,
I dreamed about my mother, dear old papa, sister and brother,
And I dreamed about that girl, who's been waitin' for so long
I want
fields at home.
I dreamed about my mother,
Dear old Papa, Sister and brother,
I dreamed about that girl
Who's been waiting for so long.
I want to go
he's out by Monterey,
And sometimes, when I've had a few, his voice comes singin' through and I a-goin' out to see him some old day.
(Chorus)
If you
to go home oh Lord I want to go home
Home folks think I'm big in Detroit City
From the letters that I write they think I'm fine
But by day I make
It's been a year of fear and a week of deceit
Most folks so scared probly shit
In they sleep
After hearing a speech from the
Commander in chief this
They say, 'don't change the old for the new'
But I've found out this will never do
When you grow old, you don't last long
You're here today
I need to lean on a truck with five old friends
Tell old lies and then tell 'em again
Ride 33 'til it hits the river
Throw cans in the bed 'til
heard that this new generation was waiting on me
After The Golden Age, these old heads been praying for me
To get involved, maybe vent to y'all,
will forever own, Lord
Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, yonkonte (yeah, that's patience, it's what the old folks told me)
Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, kiye (can
my cellulite ladies, this is Tech N9ne, baby
When I was 5 years old,
My uncle snuck me into a drive-in show
Got in without pay I hid between Jimmy
old shit
You ready
Yeah I'm ready
I locks and load
Cock and spray
Hit you niggas from a block away
SK to the Stockaway
Cause I know how
Help the lonely, neglected old farts that I know.
Theodore bikel:
It's been swell havin' you with us tonight folks.
Mark volman:
But, don't leave
bought ounce of weed thought I could flip it
Man I'm niggorant 'cause that's what some of us black folks do
Instead of payin' a bill we gonna buy the new
The young folks called him beautiful, the old folks called him quaint.
And the station-master pointed to the sign
And they busted him for loiterin' when
and it would stunt your growth
I used to chip in with the other young folks
Back when it came in little brown envelopes
Remember the day my moms found
and "Don't Believe the Hype, "
"Can't Do Nuttin' For You Man"
"911 is a Joke" twenty years
We got here by actin' like common folk
Tourin' the world like
and death
And my man checked in
A motel, same one as a young G he know well
Crossed 'em on a coke sell then went on a run
But shorty got his old folks killed
be surprised by your findings
Get a clue and youtube September Clues
And Judy wood Irrefutable too
The planes look like cartoons
And they played some
give her a smack
Oh I like to get my beer and sit on my front step or by the store
Hanging out where white folks fear to tread, yeah this is my home for
Matter fact he ain't a friend old dude my kinfolk
But Yah been by my side every single time yea high and low
But Yah been by my side even when everyone
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