Lyrics:
got a second chance
Well it's a chance I'm gonna keep.
Now were sitting by the roadside
Waiting for Alabama Sunshine
And I hope it rains a long ,long
made you a slave and he gave you a bible
400 years gettin' our ass kicked
By so-called christians and catholics
But I watch 'em burn in a fire
See I'm
Toma esse flow igual um Drive By
Ela usa tanta droga tá tankando mais que o Tyson
Essa vadia tá sabdendo que eu tenho o melhor Design
Eu to fumando essa
on
The big screen then hit every trap and traveled on
Past, present to Texas to Alabama strong
(I'm tha King)
Down in Miami, up to Louisiana homes
From
where the wind don't die
We even try to bake the cake or pie
????, bust on by for my niggas incarcerated
Where you gotta do life or get your
taking shots at you
"Cause you're an animal, oh
Here we go, Alabama's own buddy
Chroming eh? And I'm in the zone now
Everybody, bringing 'em home baby
From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the green and flowery mountains to the south belt by the shore
She's mighty tall
day by day
And day by day
愛おしさはまた深くなっていくよ
愛犬クルは仲の良い夫婦が
こどもに恵まれず それでやって来たという
でも そのおかげでみんな幸せになったよ
綺麗だったあのひとがいなくなってからも
Um 忘れぬ哀しみ
Um 愛した人の匂い
at the time, or
Yeah, um, I forgot, but fuck it)
B-Bitch, I'm turnin' up in foreigns, caught a juug in Alabama
Kayla tellin' me she pregnant for some nigga
your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy like Shoney's
That's Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies
I knock 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni
I swear
Oh yeah
I met this girl named Donna
From B.M Alabama
I really like that smile
Those legs, they went for miles
I asked her what's her name
While
really, cause your Cousin do fine by me
She my
My Southern baby I call her Alabama
Before we sleep
We wear our pink pajamas
Now I ain't country
But teach me
crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst
and another one in my boot
I drove a big ole Cadillac, bought a new one anytime I pleased
And I put more lawmen in the ground than Alabama put cottonseed
I
V1
IT WAS A HOT AND HAZY JULY MORNING
GATHERED BY THE RIVER WITH THE BIRDS ALL HUMMING AND THE SMELL OF JASMINE HANGIN' ON THE BREEZE
PREACHER HE
parts
Buy me a ticket, I'll go to the Bahamas
I need a rest from our petty little dramas
Yes I really do
Aha um hum
Look what you've done
I'm
a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta
Grew up in the ghetto, raised by
If I'm not over you by the time I get to Georgia
Then I guess I'll be Alabama bound
There was a time when I'd do anything for ya
But this time
there
She never mentioned Alabama so I don't understand
Postmarked Birmingham
A two page letter written on Ramada stationary
Dated April twenty-two
eyes,[00:16.12]Played the game, won the prize[00:20.07]I was workin' on a ranch in Dundee Alabama,[00:24.48]Bustin' broncos, hard work, easy pay[00:29.05]I met a girl
Warm as the sunlight shining on her golden hair, ummm-um
When I awake and see her there
So close beside me
I want to take her in my arms,
sip drank by the paint so we stay throwed
And play our music slow
Ride red and ride blue
Them blue riders bang Watts, reds bang Screw
And on the North
By now in New York City, there's snow on the ground
And out in California, the sunshine's falling down
And, maybe down in Memphis, Graceland's all in
forever
We were forged by some holy fire
Far away eyes
Filled with sadness and joy
Contradiction, benediction, Alabama boy
There's a raft on the river
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