Lyrics:
barbecue, for real (real)
All these days already gone by (gone by)
Man, I ain't seen your ass in a long time
Put a little gin in the punch (punch)
Grandma
leaving by the back door
Settling up your old score
He's a family man, his wife laments
Never broken any of the Ten Commandments
Either pushing rock,
swagging
Hop up out that motherfucker dabbing
Had an old school on some 'rellis
Used to go to school in some Bally's
Flexing Macho Man Randy Savage
Oh
swagging
Hop up out that motherfucker dabbing
Had an old school on some 'rellis
Used to go to school in some Bally's
Flexing Macho Man Randy Savage
Oh
And together we'll start a new life
There's nothing here but heartaches and tears
And I don't even feel like a man
I'll saddle the horses and wait by the old
the ditch
And then the old man come a-runnin' with a hickory switch
Oh, no, gotta learn this some day.
Why, I, gotta learn the hard way.
Oh, no, gotta
(Hold on, hold on)
Ayo, yo, yo kid (what's up?)
What up? (What's up, baby?)
Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there
Over there, right over there by
(Hold on, hold on)
Ayo, yo, yo kid (what's up?)
What up? (What's up, baby?)
Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there
Over there, right over there by
one night with a girl named Pam
The very next day I saw her with her man
One week passed and I was in her again
I had an old tender, her name was
that we smoke
I said fuck that, you get free smoke
If I say this, they might re-vote
Why I'm the king of Grime by default
Big ego, man can't diss my
the place to be and about this time
DJ Jazzy Jeff and yours truly the Fresh Prince in the house
We about to get busy old school style
Yo Jazzy
these same old places
This from the heart, the heart of the streets
Cause even in these streets, there's no heart in the streets man
We all trying
of the human population
The captain name was Thomas, the infantry man was Kai
And he's the man that discovered the Ultra85
Accompanied by a girl inside their
started?
Man, my Bar Mitzvah money
But don't diss me buddy, I wasn't one of them younguns up on the block who had nothing to lose
I must've wanted this
'cause my hearts so cold
How this works man only God knows
But I'll stay by her side till we both grow old
We a perfect match and it shows
And I'm proud
quit like that?
Try kick that shit, it'll kick right back
Moved back with the old girl got kicked out
Moved back with the old man got kicked out
Whole
And he stooped to pick it up with trembling hands
As he read the childish writing
The old man began to cry
'Cause the words burned inside of him
Like
pot with ya old mate Jesus
Smokin' pot with ya old mate Jesus
Smokin' pot with ya old mate Jesus
Smokin' pot with ya old mate Jesus
You call this
anymore
Phazed, phazed by the storm
I can't take anymore
Old man, the day you came to see me
You gave me more than just a vision
It was a passion, my heavy
to make shit fit, now check this shit
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the Ep along by James Todd
Smith I get
of society
Once I used to be a millionaire yes
And I said, whatever happened to you
To make you live this way
He said, you can't judge a man son by the clothes
around
That no one named Corey's ever lived in this town
So I chided the old man 'bout the truth that I had heard
He smiled and said reality is only
, a made man
I'm a made man, a made man
Krizzle! This here was God given
I'm the design of a black man, I defined by hard livin'
But how I whip that
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
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