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Sixteen Tons

Kate Smith

Sings Folk Songs

1958

and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the cane-brake by an old mama lion
Cain't no a high-tone woman make me walk the line

You load sixteen tons

of that house!
While they were eating, 
an old lady appeared.
Hey! 
Who are you, 
and why are you eating my house?
I'm so sorry, ma'am! 
We were just so

Car Thief

Beastie Boys

Deck Safari, Pt. 1

2002

of the beast
Smoking that dust at St. Anthony's Feast

All the wife beaters and all the tax cheaters
Sitting in the White House pulling their peters
Buy my

sleeper
I'm in the fields like Jeepers Creepers
My old bitch stalk my new bitch
And she tell me that you creep her
I peeped it
I never say shit
And I don't

old school
And I'm Avid with the beat and flows too
Kicking thoughts around like Jon Jones do
Straight to the brain, flowing so smooth
Catch what I'm

have my vengeance. 

Hang the rowan round the doorway 
even here you are not safe , keep your family beside you. 
Lock the doors , attend your children.

And by the end of that thought I ain't got no time remaining
Let me get my ass up cus I know I'm not staying
Tryna get up out the same old shit huh
Tryna

to see

There's an old bridge
By my old house
Used to play on it
On P street

There's an old bridge
By my old house
Used to play on it
On P street

There's

There was two kind of slaves, there was the house negro and the field negro
The house negro they lived in the house, with master
The house negro if

far away.
Then where should I go? 
Where should I head to?
How can I live 
leaving the old farm?


At that moment, 
some sparrows flew by 
and said

chief
That's Peter Maivia I see her delete her see
Peter picked up the motherfucking pepper Double V with the heater
Like Nasir with the fucking ether

Sixteen Tons

Willie Nelson

Remember Me, Vol. 1

2011

and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the cane-brake by an old mama lion
Cain't no a high-tone woman make me walk the line

You load sixteen tons

by myself, me, myself, and my studio apartment
And two lighters getting higher than I ever been Higher than Peter Pan
Never thought I'd go to Neverland

matter how old a nigga
I Peter Rolle a nigga i Fish Pole a nigga
I beat a hole in a nigga
Either holding a pistol or I'm holding a gun
You rolling with me?

Flash back, I'm seein' stars I used to get it by the sheet
Big house for a week, hella bitches in my pool
I'm almost outta smoke, flyin' another mule

Walking down by your house and then I notice
You weren't around anymore and I guess that all of your friends too
I remember the time we broke those

a M for i go (Count up a M for i go)
Some of this shit done got old (Some of this shit done got old)
Ima G gotta stick by the code (Stick by the code )

Okay

Redman

The Tunnel

1999

look around

[Erick Sermon]
I rock house from old folks to childern
Squad comin through knockin down your building
Lyrical murderer, who you be?
We

fashioned)
Pretty women go and shake your derrière (I'm old fashioned)
Gatsby in the house tonight

Live by the gentlemen code
Kill and attacking these flows

like Wendy, I'll be your Peter Pan
We'll grow old & leave behind our Neverland
For every doubter, add a dollar, we'd be set for life
Told them we would

Fun House [[Explicit]]

Kid 'N Play

Kid 'n Play's Funhouse

1990

Your clothes all torn and your face is dirty
Eighteen years old lookin' like you're thirty, ha ha ha ha ha ha

Yo listen, listen, Kid can we say,

I've come a long way since then
But I'm missing that old house again
In an old laundry bin we sailed the seven seas
We searched for buried treasure, got

democracy
Donald's in the hoosegow now

We all love our old friend Rudy, Rudy toot toot tooty
Once thought to be the mayor of the USA
But then he started

Let's Play House

Parliament

Trombipulation

1980

Gimme the music

Let's play house, baby
Gimme the bop, be-bop slop
But gimme the music

Let's play house girl
Gimme that old fashion dance hall