Lyrics:
speed under my driver seat diamonds spinnin
Like my head after I dicoptined lucky I don't spend the rent
Tell them folks to cut a check likes to get floss
You can find me in a cloud of smoke,
Usually I'm posted up in da corner with mah folks
Surrounded by thugs and models
Everybody getting fucked up
I'm worth millions
And your white folks mad cause
I'm sellin' to your childrens
By the ounce and by the key
They don't wanna be like Mike
They wanna be
thirty
No flying doctor then, just a gentle old black 'gin
But it's nearly over now, now I'm easy
The city folk these days despise the Cockie
They say
tryna bring my folks with me
I'm lighting up
Like I got a pack of smokes with me
Never see me comin probably never will
By the time you notice I ain't
For answers in the same old songs
Everybody slow down
Your savior's in town
And he's bought himself a brand new suit
They dressed him up nice in them
we sell it, smoke pays
While all the old folks pray to Jesus, soaking their sins in trays
Of holy water, odds against Nas are slaughter
Thinking
we sell it, smoke pays
While all the old folks pray to Jesus, soaking their sins in trays
Of holy water, odds against Nas are slaughter
Thinking
Santa's sure to come this very night.
There are jingle bells and Christmas carols singin'
By the children who are walking in the street
Folks are smilin'
down from Rocky Top I reckon they never will
Corn won't grow at all on Rocky Top the dirt's too rocky by far
That's why all the folks on Rocky Top get
that don't work
Broke
If we fell on hard time
Ah, well I'd spend my last dime
Making sure I kept my family fed
Yeah, but some old poor folks
Now Josey said she seen you in this downtown cafe
where you and me used to go
and she told me that your old boyfriend johnny and some kid
got
gon' grow
And if he do, where is he gon' go?
Got a letter from an old friend, I read it and cried
When he told me that his girl just died
Right out
pass
Just as the bus pulls up and I step to the rear
This old lady look like she drank a 40 of fear
I see my old-school partner, said his brother got
pass
Just as the bus pulls up and I step to the rear
This old lady look like she drank a 40 of fear
I see my old-school partner, said his brother got
Ay Street where the party at?
Yeah
Party at the house I think my mama gone, yeah (mama)
She left me at the house all by myself alone, yeah
ain't many folks by the
Sally Ann so pretty
That while walkin' through town,
Many a twisted features
Made a terrible beauty
And then I knew
And then
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
Some people wake up early
And gotta move all day
Trying to find some food to eat
Or some bottles for the pay
Some people ain't got nothing
Some folks
Red Chip Funk
Performed by Twenty-something DJ Franklin
Lyrics and arrangement by Raymond Francisco Quinton
Produced by Rabid City Records
(C)
of Jericho"
"Ready? Go!"
Sat where the old, cardboard city folk
Swap tales with heads like
Every other penny throw
And I will remember your name and face
fiddled in the middle of the station have gone
Some folks say they ain't never gonna miss him
Old Fiddle squealed like the engines brakes
Cherokee
of his moonshine
And I sat there, spellbound by his words
And ain't it funny
Where a man can find beauty?
He said "thanks for the ride, I'm glad
fiddled in the middle of the station have gone
Some folks say they ain't never gonna miss him
Old Fiddle squealed like the engines brakes
Cherokee
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