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Stop in at the Saturday Night Fish Fry
It was rockin', it was rockin'
You never seen such scufflin' and shufflin' 'til the break of dawn
It was
', it was rockin'
You never seen such scufflin'
And shufflin' 'til the break of dawn
Now my buddy and me was on the main stem
Foolin' around just me
(Hahaha)
I'm a bad mutha fucka (Hehehe)
And he's in jail mutha fucka, come on
I got a room in my house
For my ten foot bong
I'm pretty sure George
said there must be a mistake
how can my son not be straight
after all I've said and done for him
Leavin' home on a Greyhound bus
cast out by the ones he
of the great white way
Accepted by Manhattan's elite
In all the places that were chic
No party was complete without George
Along the boulevards he'd
of the great white way
Accepted by Manhattan's elite
In all the places that were chic
No party was complete without George
Along the boulevards he'd
don't fake mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away
Let me be
don't fake mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away
Let me be
I left the South
And learned how different people's perceptions
Of the Southern Thing was from what I'd seen in
My life Which leads us to George
They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights
world but never been to Florida
They holdin' my shit, all winter
By the time the shit drop, I done already been there
The game's fucked, a thousand
left the south
And learned how different people's perceptions of the Southern Thing were from what I had seen in my life,
Which leads us to George
Everyone was happy
Showered by well wishers as we drove away
Now somewhere in the neon lights
I'm holdin' on for dear life
Rockin' in the arms of your
and pray
Til we get the guts to sail away
I don’t really care bout profits
But how am I gon fill my pockets?
Don’t stop rockin babe
You aight, that’s ok
Move
Like a trip through the past, to that day in the rain
And that one guitar made his whole life change
Now he needs to keep rockin'
He just can't stop
the
You shall never die
George said no way
No price to pay
To buy my mortal life
Your god is away
You weren't saved
He left you behind
That devil does
everything I knew
Keeping it straight the way life should be
And I'm holding my arms out to you
Me and George we'd walk by the river
And we'd talk to you
rockin'
A c'mon everybody get ready to rock
A sure shot, a body rockin'
A c'mon everybody
Dogghouse in ya mouth
(We'll make you go away)
Dogghouse
with the
Rockin on a rappin rampage
In control of the stage
There's a mouse in my house, so I bought a cat
The cat ran away, cause now there's
at by my honey
Things was gettin' worse
Things was gettin' worse
Things was gettin' worse
Things was gettin' worse
We gonna have a good life
We gonna
dinosaurs, people stood on Crenshaw
And palace fade shopping lades, you never saw before
Bouncing down with more bounce, with music by the ounce
With my
Uh huh
Yup, yup
Yea, yea
Up, away
By myself when I'm rockin the stage
(Yea)
Paparazzi, I duck from the cameras
They tryna put me on the channel
(Yea)
Everyone one step away
From being broke
So what you value most?
Everything must change
That's straight from Quincy Jones
Or George Benson
What you
pray that You bring our loved ones home, immediate release
Visitation at the prison, on the list, I'm rockin' bling
Name rang, they know my face, it
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