Lyrics:
write the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his
Three creaky wooden stairs
Those squeaky rocking chairs
The well worn welcome mat
The lattice vines, the happy times
All I wanna do when
come Three Kings led by a star
Little stranger in a manger they'll find heaven where you are
Choir of angels are singing this night of your birth
Written by Wiley Walker and Gene Sullivan
Recorded by Hank Snow
Verse 1:
Memories that linger in my heart,
Memories that make my heart grow cold,
Three creaky wooden stairs
Those squeaky rocking chairs
The well worn welcome mat
The lattice vines, the happy times
All I wanna do when
twenty short years from the day you were born, you died by the hangman's hand.
Yes, they're hanging Joe Bean this morning, for a shooting that he never
the funkiest, dopest heat on the streets
Three G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and this is C B-O-N-E
If you need some back-up, find your own
Your girl gonna give you
time to slow it down
October 21st, Lavelle came to the world
Followed by three more boys and then a baby girl
Momma loved me, T.T. Uncle Jay
Loves
me pictures of the Broadway Nights
And I'd send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For forty three dollars,
a three-ring circus
With clowns and freaks and camels and such
And you never know when you might be attacked by the bears
[Chorus]
Give me love, give me
some schoolin' paid for by the law
The hardest thing i learned was there ain't no easy way
To get ahead behind those county walls
[Verse 3]
So it's
below
Way up the river we go.
This ol' riverboat walkin' by the levee
Keep her steady as you go
Think I hear the captain say,
Full ahead we're
you by and by
'Cause you, I would die for you, yeah
Darling if you want me to
You, I would die for you
I'm not your lover
I'm not your friend
mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin" players
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got
(yes)
It's like that man, it's like that (yes)
Check it
I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow
If you don't know me by now, you'll never
pick up the hammer!"
He said to get a rusted spike and swing it down three times
I'll pay you a nickel a day for every inch you sink it to
Go
him
and watched his back
That's the only way
To roll on the track
But yo,
Mitch got rushed by feds last week
The snatchbared the runk
Of his white
one, gun by my side as I mob through the beach
On a mission and I'm fishin' for my DJ Warren G
Now I as I look for the bud sack
And see where my loves
of the lake
Some jump
I got sunk, baptized on credit
Fishin' down on th' muddy bank
Felt a pull an' give a big yank
I holed out three old rubber boots
the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up
He
He's going down, on the dirty boulevard
going out
Outside it's a bright night
there's an opera at Lincoln Center
movie stars arrive by limousine
a babe
To the highest Stuart of all
Oh rise, arise Mary Hamilton
Arise and tell to me
What thou hast done with thy wee babe
I saw and heard weep by thee
I
write the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his
of the lake
Some jump
I got sunk, baptized on credit
Fishin' down on th' muddy bank
Felt a pull an' give a big yank
I holed out three old rubber boots
A Ford
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