Lyrics:
of the immigrant
In the beginning was a fear of the immigrant
He's made his home there down by the dark riverside
Ohhhh ahhhhhh ahhhhh etc etc
He made his home
all expected, things are for the looking
If you got the money, Quest is for the booking
Come on everybody, let's get with the fly modes
Still got
Tony doing time for what he did to nostrils
Paranoid mind I'm still under the watchful
Eye of the law, aspire for more
Those kilo's came we give you
Sitting here in Avalon, looking at the pouring rain
Summertime has come and gone and everybody's home again
Closing down for the season, I found
scream "Free Pimp C" but not see the pimp free (here I go)
[C-Murder]
Wake up, roll call, another day gone by
Now put a 'X' on November 25 I'm still
happens thats it
Im standin' here with my home G
Watching em pass by while dealing the weed
Showing the new kids how it's done
Making sure they know we are
enough to lean on
Show you what a backbone's for
Somebody's gotta stand in the storm
Somebody's gotta stand
Well, nobody likes a white flag quitter
looking for?
I've got everything I want and still I want more
Maybe some tiny shiny key
Will wash up on the shore
You walk through my walls
Like
White leather seats, as fresh as air forces
Doing bout a hundred but the track still bumping
Number 8 on nwa straight out of compton
Pull up at your
What's happenin' all over?
I'll tell ya what's happenin' all over.
Guy sittin' home by a television set
Who once used to be something of a rover.
ole Rocky Top Rocky Top Tennessee Rocky Top Tennessee
Once two strangers climbed old Rocky Top looking for a moonshine still
Straingers ain't come
when I was single
Brought them all together for one night
I know they'd never match my sweet imagination
Everything looks better in black and white
the tickets for the Knicks and she cold stood me up
I need to hit a honey off, Jarobi pass the phone
Pulled out my book of hoes, oh yo, Sheila's home
Steady
President (Georgia) Bush
When you see them Confederate flags
You know what it is
A white cracker muthafucka that
Probably voted for him
And no he ain't gonna
and jest
Still, a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest.
When I left my home
And my family,
I was no more than a boy
In the company
And y'all got something for my ass every issue
Thank you, 'cause I keep running out of fucking tissues
And not to diss you but God, I was sick of looking
the track
White man were on the other side
Holdin' him back
Way back home, now
Oh, but we won't talk about that
Cause it's understood
Ev'rybody sees
playing and our attitude is still "nigga, what is you saying"
Pull in front of the house that we been camping out for like two months
The sun is going
bitches handy
White girl on the table, let 'em sniff the nose candy
When I'm walkin' by, the women sayin', "Who is that nigga?"
I replied, "Hi, I am
So put your groceries in the basket, I'm so sorry, now I'm asking
Like I should have twenty years ago.
And I know it's all over, I'm just looking for
in, Jack turned his boat towards home, ready to rest and recharge for the next day's adventures.
As he stood on the deck, looking out at the endless
guess I met you for a reason, only time can tell
But well, I'm wondering what type of shit you wantin'?
Do you like the finer things or you a simple
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like
a reservation
And hope came, in the gun.
Oh yeah, he was flying,
Waiting for the sun to rise
Oh yeah, color by numbers
Waiting for the sun to rise.
Johnny did
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