Lyrics:
thing left to do it's time to celebrate
One two three four
Headin' west out of town on a blacktop road folks are
comin' by the pickup load
For
and they give her a smack
Oh I like to get my beer and sit on my front step or by the store
Hanging out where white folks fear to tread, yeah this is my home
can tell my folks Ima do right
By you it don't matter what you move like
What happens when a daydream forms a new reality
And laughing at your pain
When the sunsets in the sky
And the flowers never die, yes
Friends don't pass you by
Cause that's my home
When the folks say how do you do
division
That brainwashing all the children
This that old school
Pull up in your neighborhood
Pot holes
Snot nose
Skip school
Arrive home
Yahoo!
Snack packs
you that your brother is not coming home?
And if there's anyone that still has pride and the memory of those
That died defending the old red, white,
When the scene unfolds
Young girls thirteen years old
Expose themselves to any Tom, Dick, and Hank
Got more stretch marks than these hoes
Hollin'
When the scene unfolds
Young girls thirteen years old
Expose themselves to any Tom, Dick, and Hank
Got more stretch marks than these hoes
Hollin'
You know Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City. I dreamed about the cotton fields at home
I dreamed about my mother, dear old papa, sister,
goes home
Take along my bones"
They lived and loved the Lord by faith
One, two, three, four, five
All of these believed by faith and then they died
by the old folks home
Just to sit a while and bring a smile
They're just family, friends, and neighbors
Doing what they've always done
Lovin'
I'm the
G-gnome from the projects
Only got you out of storage to
Ream holes in your cobwebs
King put you on the shelf
Chilled with Stephen for a minute
home, I missed me mom and dad
From Limerick to Dublin town... I made my way by train
I love the Irish countryside, the beauty was insane
Oh I'd like
home, I missed me mom and dad
From Limerick to Dublin town... I made my way by train
I love the Irish countryside, the beauty was insane
Oh I'd like
done that Galacto Inspector?
Yes I have Captain
Very well, may we have your report?
A strange place this Dirtball is
A lot of guns
A lot of rich folks
of rich folks spitting on bums
A lot of hoodlums
These are just the bums that are really pissed off
Why? probably 'cause they been ripped off by
still maxing the limit
On my Naim Fareed on do not disturb
I'm prolly just handling Bidness
Lyrical lemon I'm Cole I Bennett
Guap never get old in my
Well she seemed alright by dawn's early light
Though she looked a little worried and weak
She tried to pretend he wasn't drinkin' again
But daddy
The story is some children flee from home
When they reach their coming of age
Because of whom they love
Some are beaten or shunned
By crazy
in a three room run down shack
At the foot of the hill by the railroad track
Where decent folks don't go when the sun goes down
My daddy worked
Whoaaaaaoaaaaaoh !
I saw a Spanish guy doing the Bartman
[The Lonely Island]
Transport now to an old folks home
Where the elderly are tossed on their brittle bones
all talking pop and lippy
Girls excited for what? And old ?facturated?
People got their brain washed and folks got manipulated
They start believing
roll
Ginobili euro step
No travel
Toni Tone (Tony)
Someone come
Please Award me uhhhh
Splash Sean Elliot
Now he announcing
For the home team
Bruce Bowen
on the door.
And it won't take me long to remember what I brought that bottle home for.
And we'll all get to fighting, just like we always do.
And by
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