Lyrics:
gonna carry that man
I'm gonna shake him by the hand
I'm gonna sleep in foreign lands
I'm gonna turn back the clock
I'm gonna Kansas in the spring
confess I'm gonna carry that man
I'm gonna shake him by the hand
I'm gonna sleep in foreign lands
I'm gonna turn back the clock
I'm gonna Kansas in
One, two, three, four
Had an uncle named Matthew
He was his father's only boy
Born just south of Colby, Kansas
He was his mother's pride
Had an uncle named Matthew
He was his father's only boy
Born just south of Colby, Kansas
He was his mother's pride and joy
Yes, and joy was
and three child support
Checks on my wrist
I'm the Kansas City king
I'm the baddest nigga that you ever seen
You stupid niggas don’t really want no
Welcome back KC
(Kansas City)
BRING IT HOME
Welcome back to the land of red
BRING IT HOME
Welcome back KC
(Kansas City)
BRING IT HOME
I'm going to, Kansas
Kansas City
Kansas City, Kansas City, Kansas City
Waking up in a strange land
Met the Scarecrow, Lion and Tin Man
They had to wander, they had to roam
I had an uncle, name of Matthew, he was his father's only boy.
Born just south of Colby, Kansas, he was his mother's pride and joy.
Yes, and joy was
the land's blessed
With faith and family strongest
Hope our anchor love our armor
Memories of Kansas
Left so quick no rearview glances
Now I find myself
think we can't do no one harm where we from
Gorillas and killers and thugs from abyss
Tech N9ne making 'em breathe like what like this
Kansas City (fade)
My name is Paddy O´Hanlon
and I was born and bred
In the plains and the hills of Kansas
where I was raised in a rotten shed
And my daddy fled from
Not in Kansas
Something tells me
I'm not in Kansas anymore.
Something tells me
I'm not in Kansas anymore.
Tornado came tearing down
cnd sucked me
be in my blood
It must be in my soul
Im musty in the mud
Im dusty in my clothes
Dont trust me ima scrub
Dont fuck with me I'm cold
Im quick
Welcome to the MidWest Kansas City throwdown
JNabe hotter than Wasabi
Welcome to the land of milk and honey in this Mo-Town
NuSince here’s my two
Trendsetter, landowner
Hope your bitch don't land on him
Drink in his hand with the sand on him
You small time, you Hyundai's
You couch niggas, we stand
know we can
Put your trust in me, take my hand
Don't be afraid, don't matter where we land
Don't need a plan
Let's Get Lost Together
Let's Get Lost
and all the small towns between
It's a land of golden sunsets, like you've never seen
[Chorus]
Kansas, Kansas, where the wheat fields sway (ooh-yeah)
Come out, come out wherever you are
And meet the young lady who fell from a star
She fell from the sky, she fell very far
And Kansas she says is
whispered to me
Wait
For me
I'm trying to remember anything
If you could just
Show me
I need to know
Trust me
It's better if you don't
We're not in Kansas
Petite beast, feast, these G's will rock ya
Handcuff 'er busta don't trust 'er
'Round these hustlers homie don't be a sucker
When your lover say Tecca
Grands
Fillin my pants
Gun in my hand
For the demons on the land
On the other hand I really am
An-ghellic
I ain't got to stress if you can't tell it
Look
Raised in the middle of the land
Full of barbeque stands and the brothers throw hands
Everybody grittin' gettin' grands
Kansas City where
high let's get drunk
Let's get fucked up
Pumpin highlanders in the trunk
Let's get fucked up
[BAKARII:]
Nigga, This is Kansas City
You got me fucked up
a kansa di bai traha
No ke bai skol ma kansa di hisa tas
Mi ke gewoon traha muziek anto na pas
Pa e bida aki tin asina tantu plania
Pero toch ta mane mi ta
.jpg/300px-Count_Basie_(1955_Kriegsmann_portrait_-_square_crop).jpg "Count Basie & the Kansas City Three")
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