Lyrics:
north the rush is on
George turns to Sam with his gold in his hand
Said Sam you're lookin' at a lonely lonely man
I'd trade all the gold that's
My life has got to be like this, it's got to keep going up
I've been in several things, I was in the drug business, then I was in the oil business
want to love me
She hates the telephone
'Cause lovin gets complicated
Singing with the band
The point is simply stated
I'm gonna fix this situation
rappers, because we got a couple Porches
MTV stopped by to film our fortresses
We forget the unfortunate
Sure I ponied up a mill, but I didn't give my
she may be
She may search this whole wide world over
Never find a sweeter man as me
When I die please bury me in my high top Stetson hat
Put
knickers underneath
But there's one thing that you'll never understand
Oh there's one thing that you gotta understand
Man I hate your band
Man I hate
back
Let's make a plan
The brand new currency
Taking care of one another
You and me
Radical man
Flash backwards, 1999
Backwards, 1999
In
Which part dek ...
There was one they crucified
Dead man tell no tales
There were some they hung so high
We know the reason why
Caught, and tried, bound
We poppin' rubber bands!
Spend this money by the grand!
We Poppin' rubber bands, spend
This money by grand
What you make up in a week
Nigga I got it
on Faithless Street
All by myself
Work your whole life for someone else
Trying to find sanction
Christ above man
He never shed his peace on this land
So I
made Lou sore
She took me to the moonlight said I gotta teach you more.
Kisses by the dozens, hugs to beat the band
I yelled and I pleaded huh, just one
Sittin' here lonely like a broken man
Servin' my time an' doin' the best I can
A walls and bars they're surroundin' me
But I don't want your
thought I heard somebody calling In the dark I thought I heard somebody call
General George began the day by taking pink little pills
Sent his men
swinging jeans and looking for a dream,
Cause I'm old enough to rock the bop
I like the sax when it starts to scream man
I'm gone and I dig the scene
y'all ask for handouts
Drive-by in a Benz, yeah, it's a man down
Yeah, you know I grind everyday til the sundown
I motherfuckin' pull up in a all black
king george ain't scared
With a bald head, I be better of dead
Chorus 4x
3 strikes and they tryin' to give a nigga life
My man is still in jail
[king
year
I just put a new whip on the E-way
Then I ran my bands back up like a relay
Certified junkie
I just pop the tag on the Benz, it was Monday
I
on the hill
Was the boy with the curly hair.
The tall dark man who rode by his side
Lay dead beside him there.
There's no one to write to the blue-eyed girl
Guess that makes two, me and you
By the way, my name's Jones
Hey, I know a place, it's not far from here
That's my dented red Chevy out front
You
turned to jelly
Accidentally nailed my index finger to the wall
Cut off half my toes and soaked my foot in alcohol
Well I've had my pelvis ruptured by
They came together as a band
John
Paul
George
Ringo
All songwriters
Three guitarists
A drummer
A pianist
They made it famous in England
They paved
Poking at my problems, I know how to solve 'em
With a ski mask, automatic or revolver
A slave is one whose power and authority is ruled over by another
how you run
Many a man has lost his life by trying to make lost time
But if you run your engine right, you'll get there just on time?
Up the road he
hand
You're my kind of woman, you're my kind of man
You're my kind of woman, you're my kind of man
A match made in heaven by God's gentle hands
I
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