Lyrics:
This is the story of the Liberty Of Norton Folgate
Old Jack Norris, the musical shrimp and the cadging ramble.....
A little bit of this, would you
So over you is the greatest enemy a
Man can have and that is
Fear i know some of you are
Afraid to listen to the truth
You have been raised on fear
Broncos no more
It makes me sad my old man just hit sixty-four
Years ago his home was the wild rodeos
But his scars are the only trophies that he's got
The old man turned off the radio
Said, "Where did all of the old songs go
Kids sure play funny music these days
They play it in the strangest ways"
There was one open seat
At the end of a crowded bar
By a grungy old man
With a dirty glass and old cigar
If you're going to drink bourbon Mack
By me
the old dog didn't old, by not finishing out the year
So you can bump what you hear
You can laugh at my topics
And hate on my beats
I'm still releasing
getting picked on
Getting into fights
Had to be his own man
Since he had no old man
To play ball with
Go to the barber shop with
Tell him not to shop lift
the Wild wild Wild West you ain’t seen Shit
Old money like I Buried it
I got a lasoo on my neck to catch a bitch
Ima outlaw I’m wanted and I’m rich
Getty up
a proud woman child
And I was a cowboy rambunctious and wild
But we fell in love by the tall mission bell
That stands in the village of old San Miguel
here's to the good old days, baby, one more time
We were wild and young and willing; we still are in some ways
Every now and then we still have one
I'm from the old hood, somethin' like yo' hood
Where niggas don't know good, or know Suge, but the blow good
So we rock it like Tracy McGrady
Send it
love for Chico anybody else we do not vibe
I think niggas try to flip the old school shit too much
I think I put there like Mcnabb with a nice touch
I
There was a man whose deeds were dark as night
And quite by chance he rode into the light
A man, wild as a dust devil with, no place to run
Livin' by
Well I got on in Bristol, by the old Virgina line
With a suitcase full of dreams, and a brand new spendin' dime
I had a full bouquet of music,
Yes it's the old school style and it Wicked and wild
Yes it's the old school style and it Wicked and wild
And wi jump pan di riddim an wi mash it up
men will tell no tales."
And pursued we were by many a ship, by frigates and liners too,
Till at last, the British man-o-war, the Dungeness, hove in
And a stone marks the graves
Where the old cowboys lie
Asleep in a time
In a town, just a young man
Goin' hard, goin' fast, goin' wild
Rollin' hard, rollin'
The ice cream man, he's a hillbilly fan
Got 78s by Hank Snow
Walks down the street shufflin' his feet
To a rhythm that only he knows
And I've
Cause even in my city there's no heart in the streets man
We all trying to compete, to make our life complete
By serving in these streets, dodging
get tossed up by strangers
Yo it's the wild life
Where peeps takin' life for keeps
Yo it's the wild life
We all brawlin', fight to eat
By twelve she was filling out her jeans
With a mind young and wild
And a soul meek and mild
She could make a man do anything
She got groove
Brass
Well, I'm fresh
'Cause I'm the best
And I get wild
When I'm row'
I never get passed by
'Cause I'm fly
And I'm a put you on hold
'Cause
the takeover by the time she was 18 years old. Shaine was prepared to face her fears and learn the business; her plan is to take it to greater heights, she
feelin like a Rasta though
So now we rappin wit the old school style
The kinda jam that used to make you smile
The kinda thang that made ya mama go wild
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