Lyrics:
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A bungalow by the sea
(Boy)You're really naive to ever believe a full of baloney phoney like me
(Girl) Say! How about the time you went
and graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm and Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like granite
Blackout, heatwave, .44 caliber homicide
The bums drop dead and dogs gone mad
In packs on the West Side
Young girl standing on a ledge looks like
I used to roll my cigarettes on the hood of my Tacoma
Sit and watch the world go by
I was seventeen and green and knowin' nothin' 'bout livin'
In
(Aye where you from)
I'm from the A-L-A-B-A-M-A
(We ready)
Bama Bama Bama Bama
(Aye, ah we ready)
I'm from the A-L-A-B-A-M-A
(Ah we ready)
Bama Bama
over coals
I bent over backwards
For a German woman down in Alabama
What's she trying to do
Snatch me by my hair can't cut my roots
Lord when will she
Da-da-dum, Ba-ba-bum
Da-da-dum, Ba-ba-bum
In the spotlight, you take the stage,
But behind the mask, lies a hidden cage.
Spin and twirl in your web
an invisible man
One erasable man
Wendell Smith tried by the line, could only tell us so much
cryptic clues of majestic blows, no records were not enough
Can
(oh yeah)
Gotta give 'em what they want
You betta watch me if I'm running' up (skrr)
I keep 'em comin' like bum bum bum (bum bum)
Trecy gotta big ole'
guitar picker 'til he got burned out by the game.
Now he'll bum you for some whiskey
And tell you how it was back in '52 when he played for Hank.
znalazł się urzędem
Może ten napis ujrzałby ktoś godny
Może sam premier z samym prezydentem
Zanim by pokrył go czerwony dywan
Czas by swój może ktoś
on bum
I was just smokin' the flavor, you was just smokin' on nun
I'm finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
You finna pick up a fist, I'm finna
Alabama
fig trees and okra
don’t get no better
Barefoot in Pineville
Louisiana.
I ain’t know nuttin bout the south (ex)cept stories I was told.
My mother
from having to deal with my seventeen-year-old mind all alone
Keep your drawers on, girl, it ain't worth the fight
By the time you drop them I'll be
You will draw a pension at your Papa's death
Children, children now get your hat
Tell me Mama what do you mean by that?
Get your hat, put it
Nwa Mmanu Verified
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Lickle Lickle Tinz~~
E no go bad if I hold u
E no go bad if I kiss u
Baby
Na you be de girle wey dey burst
Hurt so bad she'll change her name
Toss and turn in your big house
Head away from the south
Disappear in Alabama
Daddy's in Mississippi
Calling out
Free to be without the worries of a quick to diss society
For Mr. Wendal's a bum
His only worries are sickness
And an occasional harassment by
leave a
Pack of your favorite smokes
And we’d take the by-ways to
South Alabama and run those great big
Hills to the great big blue
You sound like you’re
We are amazed but not amused
By all the things you say that you'll do
Though much concerned but not involved
With decisions that are made by you
We are amazed but not amused
By all the things you say that you'll do
Though much concerned but not involved
With decisions that are made by you
Valentine's
Ten in New York, it's nine Alabama time
Moved to A-T-L, the whole East Atlanta mine
Billion dollar deal, I signed on the dotted line
Gucci 'bout
The suicide doors would go up for ya
Take a bullet by my side for ya
Like the saviour took the dagger by his side for me,
I would die for you, like he died for
Rest of these suckers already passed out
Bum ass shorty with a big mouth
Bum ass shorty with a big mouth
She strip like I'm Carlos Santana
She is eating
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