Lyrics:
In the dirt
In 32 Ive made my home
On the Wabash county line
I never strayed too far
From the one thing I could call mine
Lightning and rain would
the beer I'll get the girls Gonna have us a blast 'til we run out of gas
Build a campfire for the night to last
Out by the county line
Come on up we'll have
Like a Dade County Nigga with the golds all in my mouth
Like a Dade County Nigga with the golds all in my mouth
Like a Dade County Nigga with
'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
All that faking on the net thought you niggas was really street
Wish me well or wish I fail, done got too close to tell
Sleepless nights in county jail,
inhale
Living single
Living well, as far I can tell (uh)
College Park to the 'Dale
Yeah, uh, Riverdale
In a shell
Close to the bottom
About to rocket
My name is William Hollander, as you will understand
I was born in the County of Waterford, in Erin's lovely land,
When I was young and in my prime,
[Ice Cube]
Hey, living in a California cage, y'all trying to study me
Gangbangin' a never die, it's too much love
You always gonna get niggas like
back to where I used to be
I'm not the same girl, so you might as well get used to me
Living just to thrive
Oh that sound like somethin new to me
Was
I was born on one November night
Back in 1925
Millions would invite me in
To their living room like some old friend
I remember like it was yesterday
loving in the moonshine
Well she sure knows how to use me
Pretty little black-eyed Suzie
Playing hooky with my heart all the time
Living with her funky
County's gone to Hell, Ma
cin't no living here these days
Sure there's jobs but I remember
How sweet that water used to taste
The ghost of Howard's in
success
in history, about 300 years?
John: haven't a clue.
Yoko: well, maybe it's still yet to happen,
you see. That's why we're trying to do it.
In other
wanna go to the beach and pass out on the sand
Suffocation I'm not well
Suffolk County living hell
White white waves surround me, miles and miles around
Lil mama taller than me in stilettos
But I ain't been short on a shawty since Legos
Slide through the county pull strings like Geppetto
My OGs is
in intensive, down in county zoos
I couldn't count on you yesterday nigga, where you was?
Everybody ain't family just because they call you cuz
I
I’ll bide me time and wait in line for what else can I do?
Tis goals make life worth living, and mine are clearly plain
To sing the charms of Meg Malone
and seek
Been driving like I been struck by lighting
I think about you and I start to speed
I might as well be playing with matches
In a trailer load
bacon you bring
And if you see something from the gat I will stuff it
Yo you ain't seen nothing
Cause if you testify you're living blind
Cause in
know you" I said "you might
My name is Ice Cube I did a song you didn't like"
So he soaked me up like Bounty
Had to do a week in the county
stuff it
Yo you ain't seen nothing
Cause if you testify you're living blind
Cause in the city you live and let die
Rolling with the fools One Time can't
Well a forty hour week just ain't gonna work for me
Working like a dog in that summer heat
Well my dad he always told me that a bad excuse is better
pack up and go
But I'll make a living just where I don't know cause I'm busted
Lord I'm broke ain't got no biscuits in this house
there at home
There's no one now left to hold me
My days once flew by
Like the geese in the sky
Flying high over Avery County
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