Lyrics:
don't tell me
Little bro got arrested for a felly
I clean George in the sink
Hold him, down make him blink
Eat some porridge, sip a drink
I mold his
(all, all that glitters is not gold)
Ma, we here, we gon' cook this Sunday, okay? (And all gold is not reality)
So come by (real is what you lays on me)
them George Washington, them Lincoln, Hamilton, Jefferson,
Grant, Ben Franklins
find your ass in the trunk with your motherfuck corpse stankin,
been runnin' through these sisters, baby mums and girlfriends since I was a kid, probably ‘til the day my world ends. So if karma don't catch up to me
holiday.
We catch up with our three cowboys one cold
December night huddled around the camp fire.
How ‘bout we sing some holiday songs?
Yeah, hey George
what's really wrong with these racist days
I honor the strong and pity the weak
Your thoughts run your life, be careful what you think
Haiti beat
[Chorus 2x]
Some people call it dro some people call it Kush
If it's some mutherfuckin killer Imma call it George Bush
Imma call it George Bush Imma
George Floyd say he couldn't yehh
We been at the bottom for so long
It's time to make a change and let these peoples know they wrong
So many family members
I broke down a few more barricades
Got me a few more accolades
Used to look forward to the weekend
Now every day's like Saturday
Surrounded by
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
Chatty old george as you get your morning paper,
Read about the knicker thief, underwear taker.
Bids you 'good day', as you wander out the door,
Never
Nice man george, newsagent on the corner
Not very rich, but never any poorer
Jaunty old george, a happy sixty-three
Not very tall, but healthier than
it
I blow the check first day that I cash the shit
Remember living day by day, had to ration it
Remember I ain't have the sauce, had to ask for it
Hit
bedroom apartments overlook the traffic lights next to the rails
It's a hot day, it's a, it's a hot day a lazy day for some
But I'm bringing from
line
But you still came back around
Oooo I said I'll hold you down
These days I am sober now
Why my past keep haunting me
My heart was missing and it
(written by lowell george)
(performed by jackson browne on the lowell george tribute album rock and roll doctor;1997)
I've been the one who has been
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
of huge
Brown clouds!
Who is making those new brown clouds?
Who is making those clouds these days?
Ho is making those new brown clouds?
Better ask
are created
equal.
That they are endowed by their creator with certain inalienable
rights.
That among these rights are Life, Yes sir!, Liberty,
hey, just bring some actress
Don't you leave ma Halle Berry, she get Flabbergasted,
Damn God, kill four boy, I'm fantastic, These niggas dead, I'ma need
What are those arts?
Chiefin' on some good herb
Esco fire up
Psychedelic flow, smokin' kush by the pound
Got some girls in my condo, I'ma pimp
threes
Life is short is what some nigga said
Not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did
It's funny how these black killer companies is making
gotta rid my life of pests
Ah shit I picked up the knife again
I'm sorry these days just too mundane
Wanna talk about how happiness is hard to obtain
But
it
Arrest the cops
Charge the cops, charge all the cops
Not just some of them
Charge them in every city across America where our people are being
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