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On the same corner back in that old neighborhood As I gazed at the houses, unchanged by the years In my throat came a lump and my eyes filled with tears I
better than call Four-quarter, we down by two, bruh, if you don't, just hand me the ball Your bitch phone buzzin', said your name, but nigga, I'm jammin'
Where i'm from its stack or starve Make ya move and play ya cards Rip to all my soldiers Free my niggas behind bars Times is hard So I ball Pushin
nigga you hitting (You know I be at the studio and shit) Nigga you lying, who you trying to run that game on? Who you think I am? I'm not one of these
street'll be on your stoop Pop balls at your basket, bitch Alley oop Old school vet like my jacket say true Old school vette drop C6 coupe Got the old school
got a crowd that's in a frenzy Bob Let's go down to the announcers for the start of the game And now.. please rise for the singing of our national
got a crowd that's in a frenzy Bob Let's go down to the announcers for the start of the game And now, please rise for the singing of our national
Performed by adam sandler, frank, and randi Transcribed by a fan "and now a cow at bat in the bottom of the 6th inning of a little league game
just fun and games Like laws and rules are balls and chains Treatin' little girls like hearts don't break Treatin' old men like hands don't shake I
just fun and games Like laws and rules are balls and chains Treatin' little girls like hearts don't break Treatin' old men like hands don't shake I
the zoo And jumping out the gym like Jordan The way she sucking on my balls no spalding Never put it on pause when the money calling Green button answer
On the same corner back in that old neighborhood As I gazed at the houses, unchanged by the years In my throat came a lump and my eyes filled with tears I
of pretend Like the cowboy game, where the boy is the sheriff And Biff is the bandit king It always seemed to end With the outlaws down in the jail By
the whole damn world We gangsterous! Bitches on niggas, let them think they got game We sent them hoes, them hoes know Bob by they name We put the P's in
to say Last days, fast lane Bombs from Pyongyang might touchdown Then it's ball game Ay, 'til then I'm rappin' by my last name And the name remains
world but never been to Florida They holdin' my shit, all winter By the time the shit drop, I done already been there The game's fucked, a thousand
Shouts to the gang Shouts out to my old hoes See i usely be with a gang of niggaz But today ima do it by myself I count it all by myself I can hit
team only came to a game To shoot the bleachers up You tryin' to keep it secret but I made you wanna battle rap And go from bouncin' balls to countin'
on) And the game fuckin' needed something dirty raw Tell them this the law and we weeded, uh (yeah) So if it's God you believe in (yeah) Bob your
on) And the game fuckin' needed something dirty raw Tell them this the law and we weeded, uh (yeah) So if it's God you believe in (yeah) Bob your
from the oven with it, came from the dirt I emerged from it all without a stain on my shirt You can blame my old earth, for the shit she instilled in
from the oven with it, came from the dirt I emerged from it all without a stain on my shirt You can blame my old earth, for the shit she instilled in
Old Tom Old Tom watched the river flow Staring at the pool below A ragged, scarecrow silhouette The kind of man you'd not forget Every inch
On the same corner back in that old neighborhood As I gazed at the houses, unchanged by the years In my throat came a lump and my eyes filled with tears I
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