Lyrics:
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
day I'd watch them beauties roll by
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry
'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black.
One day I devised
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
cornered at last.
I've been hunting.I've been tracking.
I've been running since I was 3, born in Louisiana Swamp,
Moved with the pack to Tennessee.
wet.
And on certain nights if the moon is right
And you're down by the dark footpath
You can hear three young men screaming
And you can hear that old
another one a flyin' by my side
Well I wish I may and I wish I might have my wish come true
For if I had three wishes I would wish 'em all for you
[ steel ]
of the Broadway Nights
And I would send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For forty three dollars, my friend lost his
Hallelujah, I just love her so
All right now
Now when I call her on the telephone
Hey baby I'm all alone
By the time I count, one, two, three, four
I
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 thirty in the morning
Not a soul in sight
The city's lookin' like a ghost town
On a moonless summer night
Raindrops on the windshield
standing still
To the shame
I feel
Will let it keep me standing still
[Chorus 3]
'Cause I was shook by your shaved head
I never thought I would see your
it by myself
Say what you wanna say but stick to the facts (it's all good)
Right of the rip nobody is quite like me
You gon' need a NASA
And you should know by now (Now)
That I was all for you
[Chorus]
With Me, Oh oh
[Verse 3]
You got so used to the fast life
All of the things I
deformed
Swarm dorms, sting birds, fling verbs like mean curbs
Strike three, mics flee, I infect em with green germs, ringworm
'cause I'm filthy
ATL, land where we par-laya
No nigga jealous with his gat wanna clown
It's enough females in the streets to go round two, three times
Atlanta,
that number by 10
See how easy that is
Place two zeros after any number
And you've multiplied that number by 100
See how simple that is
Place three
yo, go by the Jane Doe
Drenched in Polo, chill downtown in Soho
You don't know, this is just half my potential
Check my credentials, come harder than
Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alleged, full-fledged, sledge RZA
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