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Got a wife got a family Earn my livin' with my hand I'm a roller in a steel mill In downtown Birmingham My daddy was a barber And a most unsightly man He was born in Tuscaloosa But he died right here in Birmingham [Chorus] Birmingham Birmingham The greatest city in Alabam' You can travel 'cross this entire land But there's no place like Birmingham Got a wife named Mary But she's called Marie We live in a three room house With a pepper tree And I work all day in the factory That's alright with me Got a big black dog And his name is Dan Who lives in my backyard in Birmingham He is the meanest dog in Alabam' Get 'em Dan [Chorus]
Yea Shorty, Yea Shorty, Call Me Ricky Smiley, Im a Berserk Boy, damn n Seventh I need D’s, Yea Shorty, yeah Shorty, Call me Rick Smiley Yeah Shorty, Yea Shorty, yeah Shorty, Yea Shorty, Call me Ricky Smiley, im A Berserk Boy, Im Ima Berserk Boy, Im A Berserk Boy Damn n Seventh I need D’s Yea Shorty, Yea Shorty, Call Me Ricky Smiley, Im a Berserk Boy Damn n seventh I need D’s Yea Shorty, yeah Shorty, call me Rick Smiley Verse1 Young Deshawn: were Ima Westside Tuscaloosa Berserk Boy Westside Tuscaloosa Berserk Boy we Got steel pipes like the Raiders and My Crew Rampage off like Vikings you were…Like Gangsta Boy I’ma Jump right Into Crowd get a dark flag Throw that wipe boy, i’mma jump right In that pack boy, I Don’t Give Shhhh Keep it Up Boy, Ima Damn You, rage That noisy Boy all I know is how To kill everyone in my chamber, all they Know is they can kill anyone but kelps Im unchanged You would think I was in detention, but I’m In Jamaica Gettin’ That ganja from Chris M Bring it back to the States put it on a weighing machine Quantify out half a 8th put it in a case Spew out it then roll it up like it's Independence day If got a bottle I can put it in the sky
Seein' that tomorrow's my birthday Happy birthday to you Seein' that this is the final night of my twenty ninth year Happy birthday to you Seein' that all my fuckin' friends were assembled here to greet me Happy birthday to you Happy birthday to you I'm gonna tell you all the story of my life I'm gonna tell you all the story of my life My daddy knew Dixie Howell, He used to cut his hair Daddy had a shop in Tuscaloosa, And Howell was on a team up there When I was born, Daddy put a football in my cradle Later on, he put a football helmet in my bed So when he died I put a razor in his coffin And poured Vaseline all over his head.
Sometimes I don't know where This dirty road is taking me Sometimes I can't eve know the reason why So I guess I keep a-gamblin' Lots of booze and lots of ramblin' It's easier than just waitin' around to die One time, friends, I had a ma I even had a pa He beat her with a belt once 'cause she cried She told him to take care of me And headed down to Tennessee It's easier than just waitin' around to die I came of age and I found a girl In a Tuscaloosa bar She cleaned me out and hid in on the sly I tried to kill the pain, bought some wine And hopped a train Seemed easier than just waitin' around to die A friend said he knew Where some easy money was We robbed a man, and brother did we fly The posse caught up with me And drug me back to Muskogee Now it's two long years I've been waitin' around to die Now I'm out of prison I got me a friend at last He don't drink or steal or cheat or lie His name it's Codine And he's the nicest thing I've seen And together we're gonna wait around and die Together we're gonna wait around and die
Ain't no beer in Bogalusa, ain't no beach in Malibu Ain't no cars in Carson City, ain't no water in Waterloo And there ain't a guitar pick in Nashville if I ain't in love with you How am I gonna make you see that all I wanna do is make you mine You won't believe a word I say so I'm just gonna try it one more time One more time And there ain't no tide in Tuscaloosa, no jambalaya in Lafayette And there ain't no oil in Oklahoma, and Arizona's soakin' wet And I ain't ever givin' up in spite of all you put me thru I'm gonna tell ya one more time, baby you know it's true Ain't a Chevrolet in Detroit if I ain't in love with you You won't believe a word I say so I'll just have to try it one more time One more time Well there ain't no mountains in Montana, ain't no pines in Caroline And there ain't rivers in Mississippi, ain't no Mason-Dixon Lines, and ya know that's fine Ain't no longhorn cows in Texas, ain't no streets in Kalamazoo Ain't no losers in Las Vegas, ain't no creeks in Caribou Ain't a cowboy hat in Dallas if I ain't in love with you Ain't a cowboy hat in Dallas if I ain't in love with you
I don't know where it is but I'll tell you this She gotta be the one that all the boys miss Wherever she's from (Tuscaloosa, Alabama) Yeah, wherever she's from (Or Tucson, Arizona) Wherever she's from (does she got a somewhere Oklahoma area code?)
Got these calluses from all those nights Spent playing a telecaster, till my fingers bled bud light I got this scar in a beer bar brawl Outside of Tuscaloosa, stitched it up in a bathroom stall And I got this tattoo in the back of a pool room in east Tennessee Oh, I got a long honkey-tonk history See this solid gold watch change hand Took it off a Texas oil tycoon in a backwoods poker game Look at these holes in my tailgate Their from Suzy Johnson's husband's snub nose 38 Thank god he's a bad shot and I had that toolbox, between him and me Right or wrong that's my honkey-tonk history I love the smell of cigarette's And whiskey on a woman's breath The sound of outlaw music sets me free Blame it on my honkey-tonk history, oh I'm just like my daddy and my daddy's daddy (And his daddy before him) I'm just like my daddy, and his daddy's daddy (And his daddy before him) I love the smell of cigarette's And whiskey on a woman's breath The sound of outlaw music sets me free Right or wrong just carrying on my honkey-tonk, honkey-tonk history Yeah, oh ho
They beat us every damn year It's been a minute since we pulled out a win I loaded the truck down with beer Drove down to watch 'em do it again And they did so we went to the bar right after Met a girl with a houndstooth print of her chapter on her shirt And it turned into talkin' all night She came back with me cross the Vol' state line Guess the jokes on Alabama 'cause they lost big this time I got the number one pick, blonde hair, red lips Brought her over to the other side A little deep south Delta Gamma Done found a Smoky mountain man Yeah, she was raised Roll Tide 'til the day she died But ever since that night, she's been a Tennessee fan She likes riding on them windin' roads The smell of sweet pine in the air I took her 'bout as high as you could go, huh You can still see Tuscaloosa from there And all them girls back home say, "How could you love him?" All them boys probably hate me for takin' her from 'em Lord knows her mom and daddy's jaw would drop If they heard her singing every word of Rocky Top Guess the jokes on Alabama 'cause they lost big this time I got the number one pick, blonde hair, red lips Brought her over to the other side A little deep south Delta Gamma Done found a Smoky mountain man Yeah, she was raised Roll Tide 'til the day she died But ever since that night she's been a Tennessee fan Oh Yeah, it's alright, let's just call it even 'Cause she's all mine And she ain't ever leaving And she's damn fine in orange every weekend From now on Yeah, she found home Looks like the jokes on Alabama 'cause they lost big this time I got the number one pick, blonde hair, red lips Brought her over to the other side A little deep south Delta Gamma Done found a Smoky mountain man Yeah, she was raised Roll Tide 'til the day she died But ever since that night she's been a Tennessee fan Oh, she's been a Tennessee fan
Well I've got a gal down in Tuscaloosa Sugar Lee is her name Ain't good lookin' and she's mean as thunder But I love her just the same I love her just the same, boys, I love her just the same She likes to rock, and she likes to roll And sometimes she gets out of hand But every night when I come home She knows I'm her lovin' man Still her lovin' man, boys, still her lovin' man Well I told her Mama, and I told her Daddy There ain't nothin' you can say Sugar Lee is gonna be this poor boy's prize someday One these days boys, one of these days Well you can have all your sweet Susanna's And your big time bar room Queens Ain't never been a woman, boys, like my Sugar Lee Like my Sugar Lee, boys, like my Sugar Lee Well I've got a gal down in Tuscaloosa Sugar Lee is her name Ain't good lookin' and she's mean as thunder But I love her just the same I love her just the same, boys, I love her just the same I love her just the same, boys, I love her just the same
This Georgia road is red The Georgia sky is blue And it looks just like the day That carried me to you The good Lord up in heaven knows What I've been going through And he's whispering to me That I'll get over you My angel in distress You look OK to me I'll send you my address When I know what it will be I could easily stay with you On your side of heaven's door 'Cause I don't love you any less But I can't love you anymore It's Tuscaloosa, Birmingham Or Baton Rouge Hell I don't know just where I'm at To tell the truth But the good Lord up in heaven knows What you've been going through And he's whispering to me That he'll take care of you My angel in distress You look OK to me I'll send you my address When I know what it will be I could easily stay with you On your side of heaven's door 'Cause I don't love you any less But I can't love you anymore My angel in distress You look OK to me I'll send you my address When I know what it will be I could easily stay with you On your side of heaven's door 'Cause I don't love you any less But I can't love you anymore I don't love you any less But I can't love you anymore
Body's achin' and my belle is callin' Oh I can hear her say Meet me at the Chukker for some dancin' Hear The Dillingers play No, it might not be ideal romancin' But she don't care anyway Tuscaloosa Woman So good to me Tuscaloosa Woman She's got that Southern hospitality Damn it woman, oh I can't lose ya Wisconsin gets so cold And I ain't never been to Tuscaloosa Goodbye my green and gold Tuscaloosa Woman So good to me Tuscaloosa Woman She's got that Southern hospitality
Hey Call fire and tell them to respond at a Mobil station Alamitos and Anaheim It's, uh, flamin' up good 10-4, Alamitos and Anaheim Homicide, never doin' no time When we returned to the pad to unload everything It dawned on me that I need new home furnishings So once again we filled the van until it was full Since that day, my livin' room's been much more comfortable 'Cause everybody in the hood has had it up to here It's getting hotter and hotter and harder each and every year Some kids went in a store with their mother I saw her when she came out, she was gettin' some Pampers They said it was for the black man They said it was for the Mexican, and not for the white man But if you look at the streets, it wasn't about Rodney King And this fucked up situation and these fucked up police It's about comin' up and stayin' on top And screamin' 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin' cop It's not in the paper, it's on the wall National Guard Smoke from all around (Units, units be advised there is an attempt 211 to arrest now at 938 Temple 938 temple, thirty subjects with bags, trying to get inside the CB's house He thinks they're gonna, they're trying to kill him) (As long as I'm alive, I'ma live illegal) Let it burn, wanna let it burn Wanna let it burn, wanna, wanna let it burn (I'm feelin' sad and) Riots on the streets of Miami Whoa, riots on the streets of Chicago On the streets of Long Beach Mmm, and San Francisco (Boise, Idaho) Riots on the streets of Kansas City (Salt Lake, Huntington Beach, CA) Tuscaloosa, Alabama (Arcada, Clarkston, Michigan) Cleveland, Ohio Fountain Valley (Texas, Barstow) Bear Mountain, Victorville Eugene, Oregon, Eureka, California (let it burn, let it burn) Hesperia (oh, ya let it burn, won't'cha, won't'cha let it burn) Santa Barbara, Cuyamaca, Nevada (let it burn) Phoenix, Arizona San Diego, Lakeland, Florida (let it burn) Fuckin', Twentynine Palms (won't'cha let it burn) Any units assist, try 54 Willow at Canton Ave Structure fire and numerous subjects looting 10-15 to get ride of this looter, 10-4
Sometimes I don't know where this dirty road is taking me Sometimes I can't even see the reason why I guess I keep on gamblin', lots of booze and lots of ramblin' It's easier than just a-waitin' 'round to die One-time friends I had a ma, I even had a pa He beat her with a belt once cause she cried She told him to take care of me, she headed down to Tennessee It's easier than just a-waitin' 'round to die I came of age and found a girl in a Tuscaloosa bar She cleaned me out and hit it on the sly I tried to kill the pain, I bought some wine and hopped a train Seemed easier than just a-waitin' 'round to die A friend said he knew where some easy money was We robbed a man and brother did we fly The posse caught up with me, drug me back to Muskogee It's two long years, just a-waitin' 'round to die Now I'm out of prison, I got me a friend at last He don't steal or cheat or drink or lie His name's codeine, he's the nicest thing I've seen Together we're gonna wait around and die
Hey (Call fire and tell them to respond at a Mobil station Alamitos and Anaheim It's, uh, flamin' up good 10-4, Alamitos and Anaheim) Homicide, never doin' no time When we returned to the pad to unload everything It dawned on me that I need new home furnishings So once again we filled the van until it was full Since that day, my livin' room's been much more comfortable 'Cause everybody in the hood has had it up to here It's getting hotter and hottrt and harder each and every year Some kids went in a store with their mother I saw her when she came out, she was gettin' some Pampers They said it was for the black man They said it was for the Mexican, and not for the white man But if you look at the streets, it wasn't about Rodney King And this fucked up situation and these fucked up police It's about comin' up and stayin' on top And screamin' 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin' cop It's not in the paper, it's on the wall National Guard Smoke from all around (Units, units be advised there is an attempt 211 to arrest now at 938 Temple 938 temple, 30 subjects with bags, trying to get inside the CB's house He thinks they're gonna, they're trying to kill him) (As long as I'm alive, I'ma live illegal) Let it burn, wanna let it burn Wanna let it burn, wanna, wanna let it burn (I'm feelin' sad and) Riots on the streets of Miami Whoa, riots on the streets of Chicago On the streets of Long Beach Mmm, and San Francisco (Boise, Idaho) Riots on the streets of Kansas City (Salt Lake, Huntington Beach, CA) Tuscaloosa, Alabama (Arcada, Clarkston, Michigan) Cleveland, Ohio Fountain Valley (Texas, Barstow) Bear Mountain, Victorville Eugene, Oregon, Eureka, California (let it burn, let it burn) Hesperia (oh, ya let it burn, won't'cha won't'cha let it burn) Santa Barbara, Cuyamca, Nevada (let it burn) Phoenix, Arizona San Diego, Lakeland, Florida (let it burn) Fuckin', Twentynine Palms (won't'cha let it burn) (Any units assist, try 54 Willow at Canton Ave Structure fire, and numerous subjects looting 10-15 to get ride of this looter 10-4)
You found a guy, you’re doing fine It’s messing with my brain I wish that I could see you wrapped up in my arms But Tuscaloosa will always have your heart The girl from Alabama, sweet like honey from the bees She likes to go dancing wherever she may be And frolic through the forest to that old stone chapel hill But she flies away to Tuscaloosa still Ooo Ooo All I know is that it ain’t my home But it ain’t easy, it ain’t clean and I ain’t wrong if I write a song That makes it easy to be free I think I’ll go to Alabama If only for a spell Cause time moves on and people change They send a wish-you-well Maybe I belong there but that ain’t where I am Tuscaloosa just don’t give a damn
I went down to Memphis town Walked up Beale Street, then walked down But everywhere I'd go It was the same In New Orleans, Bourbon Street Had those southern belles so sweet But somehow, I just was Off my game I had those Chattanooga, Tuscaloosa Kalamazoo, now what's the use-a Trying to get loose-a you Now blues Then I had the urge to go Back up north to Chicago Closed up every bar On the old South Side But my focus wasn't there First I'd stammer, then I'd stare For I'd lost my mojo And my pride I had those Chattanooga, Tuscaloosa Kalamazoo, now what's the use-a Trying to get loose-a you Now blues So, it doesn't matter much Where I go, I've lost my touch Without you, One place is like the next North or south, west or east Makes no difference in the least Since you left, It's like I've been hexed I had those Chattanooga, Tuscaloosa Kalamazoo, now what's the use-a Trying to get loose-a you Now blues
Coming straight from the 35404 Coming straight from the 35404 Coming straight from the 35404 Six-Tre Tuscaloosa representative from Holt Coming straight from the 35404 Coming straight from the 35404 Coming straight from the 35404 Six-Tre Tuscaloosa representative from Holt Im Coming straight from the 35404 Six-tre Tuscaloosa representative from Holt The home of lost thugs my nigga now end quote Shout out to my nigga grimm, we killed em with that's holt Yeah that was part one but this is part dos Shout out to eastside they keep the best smoke I rep for my folks, lil mo and c low Big blue and meat major, quan and e poe Pimpin ken and the twins and ceazar leo Dukes and then juice and pat and pheno Shout out to Chico shout out to Big Sam Peace to my peeps and love to my fam Bug he go ham, Jig is on wham (Slick) Big boy he got choppers them bitches don't jam All bout my cash im living life fast You flex where im from, we busting your ass Coming straight from the 35404 Coming straight from the 35404 Coming straight from the 35404 Six-Tre Tuscaloosa representative from Holt Coming straight from the 35404 Coming straight from the 35404 Coming straight from the 35404 Six-Tre Tuscaloosa representative from Holt Six- tre nigga, eastside nigga T-town bama what it B like nigga Sending kites in the mail till they free my naggers And you aint gotta like it but Key is my nigga Scutt is my nigga, me me is my nigga Kd, Chubby D, and big E are my niggas (Tee) Say you looking for me , you can find me with em And them 100 dollar bills stuffed in my denim On Friday night chilling man im up in Vinny's Smooth got my head bobbin blowin on spinach Every song that I bring him man I know he gone spin it I got a strong team that's the reason im winning They got ya boy back if I don't have a penny If im down without a dime imma still have plenty Loved by few and im hated by many Call me Eastside Shawty cause that's what im representing Coming straight from the 35404 Coming straight from the 35404 Coming straight from the 35404 Six-Tre Tuscaloosa representative from Holt Coming straight from the 35404 Coming straight from the 35404 Coming straight from the 35404 Six-Tre Tuscaloosa representative from Holt Im still eastside reppin with my hand all on my weaponry Try to run up get done up, by these goons its all so effortless Put a red dot on your melon bitch, snitches with that telling shit Got a hundred street niggas with me, over 300 felonies (Doc) Mannie fresh big fluff and nem Ant and hulk and puffy nem (Coop) Put a scar up on your face like pac When he was in above the rim Corea I fuck with him the pearson girls I fuck with them That nigga that killed my homie lo I wanna put a slug in him Its real folk, I aint trippin on this shit its how I feel though Time just keeps on passing by but that shits hard to heal though And shout out to my homies in that South Holt Mafia (5) Them Bibb county boys making noise get ya profit up (Ant) Everybody possied up, clique so thick Tell me take it how you wanna we aint taking no shit On the streets with the heat then them choppers gone spit If u behind the G walls u can get ya throat shit
Sometimes I don't even know where this dirty road is taking me Sometimes I don't even know the reasons why I guess I'll keep on ramblin', lots of booze and lots of gamblin' It's easier than just waitin' around to die I had a ma, I even had a pa He hit her with a belt once cause she cried Told him to take care of me, headed back to Tennessee It was easier than just waitin' around to die I came of age and I met a girl in a Tuscaloosa bar She cleaned me out and hit it on the sly I tried to kill the pain, I bought some wine and hopped to train Was easier than just waitin' around to die A friend said he knew where some easy money was We robbed a man and brother did we fly They caught up with me, they drug me back to Muskogee Four long years waitin' around to die Now I'm out of prison, got me a friend at last He don't drink or steal or cheat or lie His name is morphine, he's the nicest thing I've seen Together we're gonna wait around and die Together we're gonna wait around and die
Lying on a laminate isle Walking your wire in single file Awake counting all your sheep Tending them cause you don't sleep, lying next to me By morning time I'll be in Tuscaloosa Waiting for your smile by bus Hiding in plain sight in a churchyard I don't think they'll let me out, think they'll let me out alive By Morning time I'll be in Tuscaloosa Waiting for your smile by bus Hiding in plain sight in a churchyard I don't think they'll let me out, think they'll let me out alive
Sometimes I don't know where This dirty road is taking me Sometimes I don't even know the reason why But I guess I'll keep a-gamblin' Lots of booze and lots of ramblin' But it's easier than just waitin' around to die One time ago I had a ma I even had a pa He beat her with a belt once 'cause she cried Told him to take care of me He headed down to Tennessee Well it's easier than just waitin' around to die Well I came of age and I found me a girl In a Tuscaloosa bar She cleaned me out and hid it on the sly I tried to hide the pain I bought some wine and hopped a train It's easier than just waitin' around to die Now a friend of mine said he knew Where some easy money was We robbed a man and brother did we fly The sheriff called me And brought me back to Muskogee Two long years of waitin' around to die Well now I'm out of jail And I got me a friend at last He don't drink or steal or cheat or lie His name is codeine He's the nicest friend I seen Yeah together we're gonna wait around and die Yeah together we're gonna wait around and die
Trailer in the sky This is a stick up, a hickory stick up When I was in trouble, I had to pick my own switch up Cried so hard that I used to get the hiccups Boy, shake it off, boy, pick that bottom lip up (I popped the trunk, I popped the trunk, I popped the trunk, let's go) I popped the trunk in '08 in Bessemer Tuscaloosa, AB, I was a hip-hop messenger Too bad my own city acts like I'm a leper, bruh But it ain't the majority It's the bible thumpin' non-important authorities Who enjoy destroyin' me in the papers like orgies Upset nobody's been this influential before me Of course me just a white boy from the lost streets Of the south eleventh home, where I learned to destroy beats But I just sit back and laugh with all this cash They can kiss my white tattooed ass because Someday we will all get high Someday we will all get high Someday in that double wide Someday we will all get high in that double wide Trailer in the sky, trailer in the sky Trailer in the sky But now I never pardon my French I just fly to Paris, hit the bar with the French They said I was too careless with my art and my pen But you could suck a golf ball out of my cardigan I'm low fashion like that, Slumerican like that Who said I couldn't be dad?
Hatch High School And Madison Sims, a student at Paul Bryant High School in Tuscaloosa Now, social media posts show both were attending prom together at the Tuscaloosa City School The post has received more than 27,000 shares on Facebook Now, there were two other passengers in that vehicle They were transported to the hospital with injuries One was considered in good condition this morning Tuscaloosa police say the crash is still under investigation Live in Tuscaloosa
"Hey, this is Stevie, and that was scum, got some interesting, lets call them texts in" "Jodie from Tuscaloosa says: I don't want my precious angels listening to that unholy filth, I can only pray to god that they repent for their sins."
Got a bankroll in my pockets that's identical I like dat shi D I just...D I wrote this shit on the way from Atlanta bra and Kaila was passing Tuscaloosa and I was like I aint never said Tuscaloosa in a song fuck it That shit hard on my sooooooooouuuuuuuuul I just be Trying shit Bitch Bitch They like to follow so you know I had to take the lead This that AMG baby, I got the Need for Speed I hop on 59-South I'm headed straight to Tuscaloosa I had a dream about the lifestyle shout out Martin Luther She made it disappear, I told her it's a miracle I said, oh my God, but she suck me, oh, I'm spiritual I got a bankroll in my two pockets, they identical Bitch we on dirt right now, what you think we in the rental fo?
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