Lyrics:
Burma-Shave
And the road was like a ribbon, and the moon was like a bone
He didn't seem to be like any guy she'd ever known
He kind of looked like Farley
a buzz on
Pabst Blue Ribbon, crankin' up a thumpin' country song
Tailgatin', drinkin' beer, rollin' up that greenery
Shootin' at the ducks while they
99 Bottles of Beer Lyrics BY: D-Black
1st verse
I knew this player name Heineken his Boy Corona/
Old foster ran a juke joint on the corner/
Colors
Beer belly blues what color are my new shoes
'Cause my feet and belt buckle are things I rarely see
My problem is not my glands,
It comes poured
Beer belly blues what color are my new shoes
'Cause my feet and belt buckle are things I rarely see
My problem is not my glands,
It comes poured
proud of my roots
Red, white and blue are the colors I bleed
I'm a Johnny Cash junkie and a Buck Owens freak
We got redneck women driving ATV's
split-black ribbons to our overcoats
Well, laughter pours from under doors
In this house, I don't understand that sound no more
It seems artificial, like
knees up on the glove compartment
She took out her barrettes and her hair spilled out like root beer
And she popped her gum and arched her back
Hell,
And with her knees up on the glove compartment
She took out her barrettes and her hair spilled out like root beer
And she popped her gum and arched her
Bob Powers) With the snares and kicks to fix
Rhythmically, you got ta be, static-why
Magically I appear, spark a L and drink a beer
With air smooth,
Bob Powers) With the snares and kicks to fix
Rhythmically, you got ta be, static-why
Magically I appear, spark a L and drink a beer
With air smooth,
split-black ribbons to our overcoats
Well, laughter pours from under doors
In this house, I don't understand that sound no more
It seems artificial, like
Ain't it good to back?
But they all act like nothin's changed
Where everything's different, but the high school color's still the same
And Bobby's
at the bar, I said, “Can I buy you a drink, honey?”
She said, “I shore like a man with money.
I’ll have a Pabst Blue Ribbon; don’t mind if I do.
Thanks fer
at the bar, I said, “Can I buy you a drink, honey?”
She said, “I shore like a man with money.
I’ll have a Pabst Blue Ribbon; don’t mind if I do.
Thanks fer
proud of my roots|Red, white and blue are the colors I bleed|I'm a Johnny Cash junkie and a Buck Owens freak||We got redneck women driving ATV's|Wearing
on branded cans
Yc!
S-E-c-TT-L-E
Niggas got R and Ws
Beer thats from the roots
Its clear that this ones the truth
Minus the crown and the ribbon
So tell
to take a machete to roots that tried to ground me
I've had family poured cement around my feet
Duct taped my mouth shut with the sticky tact of reverse
Someday I would get outta that basement and travel to a magical, far away place
Where the sun is always shining and the air smells like warm root beer
Bouta handicap your flows
Old bitch in wheelchair with them jokes
Root beer we don't fuck with coke
Get silly in philly my bitch she know
Really obsidian
A mi name Swnkah coming live
Kingston vibe, rock roots, youth promotion
Big up RZA, Mathematics, whole Wu-Tang Clan
A we come fi chant down out
Work hard, didn’t get no ribbon
Pray my kids don’t step in prison
I got in trouble cause’ I ain’t listen
I guess that was my decision
For ballin' hard
Unwrap my bruised skin and cut it into ribbons
Snap my bones to free the muscles that hold them
Braid them like rope and stream from the branches
stream
And stain a reddish color seen
In ones i fight but never defeat
It makes me think
Am i a deviled hero or an angeled villain
All these severed
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