Lyrics:
had start sellin' weed
I was all up in Williamson county them bitches was on me ain't want me to leave
Now we bossed up
Funny how time makes monsters
the mall
With a stack of blues
Run up on me
You better choose
You want these hands
Or the ruler
No I ain't talkin school
I'm from Broward County
Broward
Everything that I say, say,
Everywhere that I go I let 'em know hey I'm from the County of Dade!
Old school Chevy heavy,
Old school niggas preachin',
Everything that I say, say,
Everywhere that I go I let 'em know hey I'm from the County of Dade!
Old school Chevy heavy,
Old school niggas preachin',
to steal my jellyroll
So here it is, my story
Here it is from the top
My name is Sonny Boy Williamson
I come from Jackson, Tennessee
Being a man named
do,
Everything that I say, say,
Everywhere that I go I let 'em know hey I'm from the County of Dade!
Old school Chevy heavy,
Old school niggas
(sonny boy williamson)
Good mornin' little school girl
Good mornin' little school girl
Can I go home, can I go home, with you?
Tell your mommy
In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
And all
In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
And all
In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon,
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade,
And all
In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon,
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade,
And all
somewhere, now and then
Thinks about the lives of the mining men
In Perry County
In Perry County and thereabout
We miners simply had to go out
It was long
you think we skipping school, Chatham County Boy
Chatham County boy ooo'
I ain't did this alone, I would like to thank you
Money over all, these niggas
friends
They used to second guess, now I know why ya
CHORUS
If ya like gettin down in the county clay
Gon dippin in the dark with your high school flame
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
on it? (Yeah)
Cinderblocks holding up them whips (up them whips)
Uh, BMX bikes with the grips (with the grips)
I went to high school with half
All through school he did real well got a good job in the sawmill yeah
But he wanted more so he went away
As he stepped on board the 8-0-2 he could
the farming boat, the high school sports
Fishing news and bowling scores
The weather and the ladies' gossip too
Who's left town and who's come home
Who's been
Folks tell me I should go to the city and go to school and learn a lot of things
But I already know what makes the fox fire glow
And just what time
high school kids
Throw a punch, take a punch, steal a kiss
Yeah, she had two years on me, the day I turned sixteen
I had a fox body Mustang, she had
Pinkerton’s not far behind
The Williamson County bank
We got tobacco in our pocket
And rangers on our flanks
Lord, we’ve had a good run
Made so much money too
through middle
School and college she was
Still living, pulling up courtney
Road feeling feel different
I was raised down the county
Off that John Henry,
with a chop' and a mop
He just hit county, with a lock in the sock
Mama was a school teacher, she was good at her job
He don't need books, for him
tonight
Underneath the Orange County sky
They sleep on the beach
Until they see the morning come
Life was over before it begun
We still got our MTV
Jay-Z
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