Lyrics:
the dog pound
Young Vex was the white boy
Wayy and D Lock kept the drugs round
Every memory fades away
Old times cant stay today
Memories just memories
But
(Bullock) was given to us by one of the following slaveowners, David Bullock, Jesse Bullock, or Joshua Bullock, who resided in Edgecombe County, North
Castle-D boy, he's down with us
D.J. Red Alert, he's down with us
Robocop boy, he's down with us
Makin' funky music is a must
I'm number one.
People
and a satchel of gold
Then next to the graveyard by the old oak tree
On a dark foggy night at a quarter to three
She was ready to go, but where was he?
chatting to Osama
Skepta the K I N G
Man start panicking when I MC
Yeah, J-A rules, but it’s Boy Better Know
It’s not Murder IN-C
Yo, they’re some hating
And from the start of it you felt like you were a part of this
And opposition felt the opposite
Sometimes I listen and revisit them old albums
Often as I
Sometimes I listen and revisit them old albums
Often as I can and skim through all them bitches
To make sure I keep up with my competition (haha)
Hogger
brick house
Couple acres to run around
Tire swing on old oak tree
I ain't ever seen grass so green
One of those big front doors
And maybe a wrap around
dick for clothes
That's just how it goes
I just came up out the gym
I feel like Gary Oak, yeah
Arm cannons by my hip, huh?
Hope that it don't show, hey
on time."
Then he turned around and said to his black, greasy fireman,
"Shovel on a little more coal.
"And when we cross that White Oak mountain,
"Watch
on time."
Then he turned around and said to his black, greasy fireman,
"Shovel on a little more coal.
"And when we cross that White Oak mountain,
"Watch
Big iron horses road across five yards bridge
And me and my grandpa we watched from the ridge
He knew all the trains, he'd call out each one
Where
On a hillside in the meadows
By the old copse ring of oaks
They lay down there as lovers
But no words of love were spoke
They had drunken
on time"
Then he turned around and said to his black, greasy fireman
"Shovel on a little more coal
"And when we cross that White Oak mountain
"Watch
on the church with the steeple
Down by the village green.
'Twas there I met a girl called daisy
And kissed her by the old oak tree.
Although I loved my daisy,
remember me
9-year-old z
That'd play chess with himself
So lonely
That'd play diddy racing
No mercy
Remember when id create a fake war with Batman toys
your wassail
Next year in America!
Wassail, wassail, all over the town!
Our cup is white and our ale is brown.
The cup is made of the old oak tree,
Linford Christie
Then if I see a fence I'm a hurdler
Jump in your back garden like a burglar
And boy better know the
Difference between sending
For the 9
You start it out by puttin' on your old blue dress
And you slip your feet into your blue suede shoes
And you look up at blue skies through your pale
Old School
Copyright Paul Day 2004
Recorded Hatch Studios Worcestershire England UK 2005
Re mixed By Andy Zulla
From Wiki
Andy Zulla is a record
Measuring years, marking time
For a restless boy to climb
Under it's shade you grew
When you left, I guess
Old Tree left too
Beautiful tree whose life was
deserts to inspire entire albums
The fire went out cuz it was too windy
It's all downhill like there's a rolling stone behind you when you indie
Done
be in Tennesee.
You can take down my old violin
And play it all you please.
For at this time tomorrow, boys,
Iit'll be of no use to me."
Hang
flapped long ears and didn't brush up by day
Got his long ears whittled and his old hid scorched in a most artistic way
Now one fine day old Sandy Bob he
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