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rating). Our criminal institutions are full of little creeps like you who do wrong things...
and many of them were driven to these crimes by a horrible
Bayou
Way up the road from Hattie's Shack
Lies a sleepy little Okeechobee town
Talk of swamp witch Hattie lock you in when the sun go down
Rumors
On a windin' dirt back road
In the hills of Arkansas
In a little country farmhouse
With his mama and his pa
Lived a plain old plough boy
By
Sean de Paul 'longside Beyoncé (uh-huh), now hear di man say
Dis ah dutty yeah (a big tune), dutty yo (yo, yo)
Dutty yeah (yo, yo), dutty yo (yo, yeah)
100 years
Love is illegal in this lonely, heartbreak town
In 100 years
Love is illegal
All your dreams will die
In 100 years
Love is illegal
this prejudice has got to go
Life is moving fast it need to slow down
Come and see me when I am in yo town
Practice what we preach before it go down
short, gotta be close
Tryin' to get it big house out of these folks
Give me two years, it'll probably be three
4 door Benzes make my fee
On the regular
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your
'Daddy, what's a train?'
When I was just a boy and living by the track
Us kids would gather up the coal in big 'ole gunnysacks
Then we heard the warning
Then Christmas came, this was all the same year
And most would assume that this ain’t a big deal
But it is for us, 'cause I came from a place of love
couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
Heard Tec got murdered in a town I never heard of
by some bitch named Alberta over
thirteen year old boobs
I'd hang out by the junior
High like my dad does
Tom: Hey
You know what I learned in fifth grade?
Mark: What's that
Your dad has
representin, always talkin shit, big shit
(That's what we do)
It's been about 15 long years, mackin, profilin
Workin up in the booth off some top shelf Long
Oh!
He had some list because of his big head but it was а splendid tango!
The years rolled by. The years rolled by. The years rolled by
And once
here
It's a face I have seen before
Thousand years ago we met on a cliff by the ocean
Breaking waves below
Thousand years to go the sun will rise in
Here it comes
Here it comes (Hey)
Lo-City, it's the city, it's the town where I was raised
Town where I was raised
Town where I was raised
Town
worries in a cloud of dust
Right there by the old fence post
Yeah, we're gonna drink a little beer, play a little music
And have a big time tonight
boys on go, I can't miss sleep (yeah)
Bentley Bentayga, a Big B (yeah)
One thousand and six, that's a Big B
I gave game to the lil' bro
He re-in'
boy (boy) got fifty thousand in the spout
Look atcha' boy (boy) I'm finna buy a way bigger house
I'm addicted to money (aye)
I'm addicted to money
years ago
Every big town in the country
From St. Francisco to Baltimore
Trying to bring some happy hours
Doing the only thing I know
Can help it,
skates
Eatin' thousand dollar plates (Ah)
Sold dope for fifteen years straight
I need a break
More money on the way (More money on the way)
More money
a shatterproof
Benz, and all my men's are tattle proof
My mic is a dyke, my life is a light
A Day to God is a Thousand Years, how long is a night?
You get trapped
She stepped off the bus out into the city streets
Just a small town girl with her whole life
Packed in a suitcase by her feet
But somehow
She stepped off the bus out into the city streets
Just a small town girl with her whole life
Packed in a suitcase by her feet
But somehow
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