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Bless You and Seventeen Other Great Hits (Tony Orlando) · Seventeen (Simon Webbe) · Seventeen Forever (Metro Station) · Seventeen: The Best New Music (Hear It First) (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Seventeen Minutes in the Cheap Seats (Management) · Seventeen Days (3 Doors Down) · Seventeen Seconds (Deluxe Edition) (The Cure) · Seventeen Seconds (The Cure) · Summer Number Seventeen (Ronnie Milsap) · Seventeen Nautical Miles (Crosstide) – and 19 other albums »


her life
Aw but Maggie has a dream
She's had since she was seventeen 
To find a husband and be a wife

Maggie knows the truckers most by first name
smelled smoke

I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying
Me and my buddies and the guitar playing
Sipping on forties on a Saturday night
Buzzing
smoke

I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying
Me and my buddies and the guitar playing
Sipping on forties on a Saturday night
Buzzing through
Caroline by the Fortunes

[00:08]Caroline Caroline ya ya ya ine
[00:16]Caroline Caroline ya ya ya ine
[00:24]There is a girl she really is fine
hear your servants cry
[servant's voice]
Evil violent heart

By seventeen years your moment has come,
Killed your creator with feelings so numb
way so I never stay
Slowly he walked out the door.

Nobody knew where he came from
They won't forget he came by
They won't forget how a Forty
are smoked
4 in his pocket, a diamond-up chain and some coke
Champion hood, the goodies in the brown back
By the radiator near the cookies
dead.

Low self- esteem,
Only seventeen.

Been molested,
Been raped,
Been beaten to the ground 
Been molested,
Been raped,
By the men that
Well They Locked Him Up Seventeen Years For A Crime
It All Began When He Did What He Had To Get By
All Alone All He Had Were His Friends
I was seventeen
Just gettin' started
Every weekend was a non-stop party
Chasin' girls and cruisin' town

It was nightclubs all through my 20's
looks of all these 40 plus years of  ? 
Just much like himself big and hairs hands with ? at the back of his hands
Perhaps a little more defeated
I was young and I was reckless man
Moved out at seventeen and made my momma mad
I thought I had it all figured out
A pocket full of pills
So I study what I do, the shit for you for free (for free)
I used to do that to a nigga when I was seventeen (uh, uh)

[Chorus: Rappin' 4-Tay, E-40
there waitin' for the fizz
And don't know what the fuck it is
An oh lemme tell you 'bout shorty
He about seventeen lookin' like forty
Treats his forty
Venoms
With international plugs like nine Organized emblems
Get it?  Twenty Thousand Leagues, extra deep
Runnin' with the number thirteen with my 40
"Well the weather for the whole area
Will continue much the same as the past few days
Temperatures seventeen centigrade, that's forty
her one (one)
Now them squares seventeen like Uncle Brady's son (yeah)

[Chorus: x2]

My brains pulse through my veins, man I can't understand it
Well, I left Kentucky back in forty nine
An' went to Detroit workin' on a 'sembly line
The first year they had me puttin' wheels on Cadillacs

Every
Well, I left Kentucky back in forty nine
An' went to Detroit workin' on a 'sembly line
The first year they had me puttin' wheels on Cadillacs

Every
to move my records to 54 states 
Got more work than the mayor do (mayor do) 
it stick to niggas that talk shit 
like a baller they bitch hair blue 
Got
what
Well you can suck my dick, you can thank a nigga when
Cause we gone bring it to your ass fa sho what, huh

[Rasheed]
Uh 59 I-10, forty five
Six
seventeen wishing I was twenty one

Now I'm only twenty six
Feeling more like forty three
My hair lines disappearing
And I never get IDed
My clothes are out
Now I look back and I have to smile, cause boy it was fun

Bein' seventeen, wishin' I was twenty one


Now I'm only twenty six, feelin' more like forty
I'ma muthafuckin Hillwood cowboy
5 40 ass raised Mr. C. Coy
A.k.a. El Coyote
Creepin' slow through the monte
Peace to my niggas in the grave
(ay)
My spanish b**** in L.A., yeah I owe her one (one)
Now them squares seventeen like Uncle Brady's son (yeeeeeeeah)

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