Lyrics:
fill the sky, I wonder is
Someone in the heavens looking back down on me
I'll never know
So much space to believe
Funny when you're small
The moon
soul I holla back at this creo hoe
She from the N-O but she never told me N.O so
We hit the spot to chill where the food get grilled
She order
Cool & Dre
Back on the motherfucking Westside,
L.A.X niggas, yeah
Y'all know who the fuck I am
I'm free as a motherfucking bird I swear,
Am 10000 de coco in buzunar
Ii sparg cu ea
Intre timp mixez la ceva mov in cupa mea
2 g-uri in foaie si dau foc la o LULEA!
Ii dau ceva si dupa o bag
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs
Have despoiled our common grave
Now what necrophagous Second Coming backs
From the cradle to enslave?
Copper kettles sitting side by each
Copper coil, cup o'Georgia peach
Down on Copperline
Half a mile down to Morgan Creek
Leaning heavy on the end
The fox went out to the chase one night
Prayed to the moon to give him light
He had many a mile to go that night
Before he reached the town-o
The fox went out to the chase one night
Prayed to the moon to give him light
He had many a mile to go that night
Before he reached the town-o
soul I holla back at this creo hoe
She from the N-O but she never told me N.O so
We hit the spot to chill where the food get grilled
She order
Copper kettles sitting side by each
Copper coil, cup o'Georgia peach
Down on Copperline
Half a mile down to Morgan Creek
Leaning heavy on the end
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back to the motherfucking county jail
Six months on my chest, now it's time to bail, uh
I get's released
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back to the motherfucking county jail
Six months on my chest, now it's time to bail, uh
I get's released
Carolina moon, lazy ol' River
Time keeps floatin' On By
Moss hanging from an oak tree
Baby it's just you and me
Sure makes one beautiful sight
We got
to upset her
By the way, we got an answer to your anthrax letter
New York City's where it's from - its the news header
And I can hear yo' mama sayin' now,
from the heart
The shadows in the road look like a railroad track
I wonder if he's (ever) really comin' back
The moon's a yellow stain across
town-o
He grabbed the great goose by the neck
And he threw a duck across his back
And he didn't mind the quack quack
And the legs all dangling
Copper kettles sitting side by each
Copper coil, cup o'Georgia peach
Down on Copperline
Half a mile down to Morgan Creek
Leaning heavy on the end
on the paddy wagon like a Pakistani
Packin' a Mac eleven , with a pack of maniacs, eleven thirty
Back at it again, I'm ready for the battle, when and where
Still in Brooklyn
Lullabies chime crooked
For the harrowed and the shook-en
Back to dose me
Back to hold the high closely
For the sparrows
Kentucky home far away
They hunt no more for the 'possum and the coon
On meadow, the hill and the shore
They sing no more by the glimmer of the moon
The fox went out to the chase one night
Prayed to the moon to give him light
He had many a mile to go that night
Before he reached the town-o
The fox went out to the chase one night
Prayed to the moon to give him light
He had many a mile to go that night
Before he reached the town-o
Running free running wild like a maniac
Once he's got you in his grip ain't no turning back
You better stay
Where you are now, man, now don't make
at the end of his nose.
And hand in hand at the edge of the sand
They danced by the light of the
By the light of the, by the light of the moon
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