Lyrics:
fortified, I could never hide, seen "Cooley high"
Cried when Cochise died
I'm twisted, black listed by some other negroes
Don't remove my Polos on the first
Ernest Tubb or George D Hay Wes Rose and here's to Hank
I used to sit around at night with my old beat up guitar
And I'd wonder how it felt to be a country
the law
She sit on my lap like a guitar
'Bout to catch a body I'm above the law
I thought if I did this shit right my life might get better
We ain't got
of gratification in some twisted mind
Johnny Guitar Watson: YEAH!
Senator Trible: Now, the effects of such lyrics on a well adjusted child may not be cataclysmic
Good old boys pickin' guitar Saturday night
Cornbread, two steppin' country girls
Hank Jr, Johnny, George, Waylon and Merle
We'll kick them big city
killed em
They call it it Thanksgiving, I call your holiday hellday
Cause I'm from poverty, neglected by the wealthy
Me and my niggas share gifts every day
gonna put on my dancing shoes (then I'ma hit the door)
And go out and step the whole night through)
Snap in the name of love (I'm gonna)
Snap in
know what I'm sayin?
I'm talkin to George Clinton, Bootsy Collins
My nigga Suga Foot and Diamond from the Ohio Players
I'm talkin to James Brown
We
the memory of me
And oh my beautiful guitar, that's what really broke my heart
Had been stolen by the two-faced low lothario
One night stand, lover you got
Here we go
George george george of the jungle watch out for that tree
Or if you're an emcee watch out for me and my man Jazzy
Ahh just hitting it
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
let me treat myself
Cause first I gotta love myself
Aye first I gotta love my, gotta love my
Gotta love my, gotta love my
Gotta love my
Gotta love
every Saturday night.
Well times were hard for the working man
Daddy tried to understand.
Everything I love is from '59
My first guitar and that girl
milk, honey and pyramids- built by a myriad of melanin citizens said to be the first from the dust of the earth
Upon their arrival, the Godfather of Funk
come true
I was a varsity tackle and a hell of a block
When I played my guitar, I made the canyons rock
But every Saturday night
I felt the fever
come true
I was a varsity tackle and a hell of a block
When I played my guitar, I made the canyons rock
But every Saturday night
I felt the fever
raises
My book of rhyme pages, filled with phrases that amaze
I could go on for days
First name Dante, last name Beze
Build the house of tomorrow with
Well I'm not happy but I'll fake it
I'm not healthy but I'll make it
I'll be fine
Because your by my side
I'm not happy but I'll fake it
I'm not
Cried when Cochise died.
I'm twisted, black-listed by some other negroes,
Don't remove my Polos on the first episode.
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You shouldn't diss
Do you, Tammy, take this man, George, to be your lawfully wedded husband?
To love and to cherish until death do you part?
I'll take this man and by
Of wimpish amusement,
Replaced by a rash
Of 'creative' confusement!
Soon, my brave zombies,
You'll make your return!
Broadway will glow!
Broadway will burn!
the market's
Swiftly move to mark it show the world W.H.O the mark is
I'm similar to where started
I mean Ive got a Woo hand
First reports it's not spread by
"What you got boy?"
He says "I'm comin' on"
He says "What you got!"
He says "well I got me two changes of BVD's.
I got me my guitar.
I got me my
Every since I can remember I heard the music in my head Paid no mind to the Pretenders or what he or she said Got my first guitar at 17 but didn't
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