Lyrics:
Mama I Tried
Lyrics by Reverend Jamey Williams
Composed and Recorded by Melvin E. Knoblett
Mama I tried to make it work, but she didn't seem
a jungle out there but it's a dog fight in here
And we're finding our escape route tonight
The world outside this house is falling down
We're doing things
Yo, rated X, smack you off the stage when I'm vexed
No sweat, I crack a cold case of Beck's
Guess whose back? The jack of all trades is next
dirty rats belong in a prison
This new wave, yea, it has risen
Melvin when I pull up better take flight
Pulling out the dirty cards to put up a fight, uh
to switch yo image.
Be on tinder singing tarrus Riley to some mistress
She don’t let you hit it go from queen to hoe to biznitch
This ain’t bout no scene
worry, my dear, nothing's been sold
It's just a golden bridge I'm burning whose fire is the real gold
No, don't worry, my dear, nothing's been sold
It's
it's been but never where it's at
All you factory girls and you factory boys
Whose been winding you up like cheap little toys?
Don't you know you suffer
Doug Fresh! (one, two, three, come on!)
Mirror mirror on the wall
Whose is the freshest of them all?
I love 'em all, but none of y'all
Is Doug E.,
By the last breath of the four winds that blow
I'll have revenge upon Fortunato
Smile in his face I'll say "come let us go
I've a cask
Streams of Water
Yielding fruit in season
People whose leaf
Whose leaf does not wither
Whether in fire or freezing
Hey yo, it goes blessed is the one
Who
Dad, what was Nigel supposed to do with your body?
A life that I will never understand
Whose false teeth were gently pushed back into your mouth by
their hopes and their heads in the sand
Now I don't say who is wrong, who is right
But if by chance you are here for the night
Then all I need is
helpless consent I pay for the rent
On a room where we hide in the dark
From a woman and child whose love is on trial
By a man who once swore on his heart
this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame type killing in the game
Hot music
Raised by game
Where niggas ain't fazed by fame
Come
this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame type killing in the game
Hot music
Raised by game
Where niggas ain't fazed by fame
Come
and beat in the fiery heat
By the hand of a man, whose name was Dan, Dan the blacksmith
Well once I was a sword, many years ago
And my blade was broad,
seventies, eighties
Nineties and today with your host Kelvin
Melvin, this is 'Drive By', and we got
A new track by the man
Pegz the song's called
"Fool's Gold"
The Good Things In My Life
Written and recorded by Melvin E. Knoblett
My Daddy taught me all about drinkin'
He showed me how to roll a cigarette
tricks with her feet
She gets up, falls down, breaks even,
Gets caught by the wrong mister right
Hey, it's a hard town.
I wouldn't want to live in it
Within the heart of all;
A cold and dusky melancholy night,
as ever sullied the fair face of light
Whose seeds of life they grind
To dust, of vapour is our
collected by you
Completed
Unseated, and sainted
To you
And I cannot decide
Whose skin is whose
I hear your feet
Marching down the street
To an unsteady
and stand by me if thou knowst it telling
Yonder peasant, who is he, where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath
and
Cruise with a nigga, destination "Satisfaction"
Now whose is it, baby? She say, "Weezy fucking Baby"
I say, "Yes in-fucking-deed," she say, "Don't you
To sacrifice our children
You must not do it anymore
A scheme is not a vision
And you never have been tempted
By a demon or a god
You who stand above them now
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