Lyrics:
was inspired by all of my friends
To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in
Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (wassup?)
Cocaine
Long time ago in Bethlehem
So the Holy Bible says
Mary's boy child Jesus Christ
Was born on Christmas Day
Hark, now hear the angels sing
New
the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me
Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all gonna be what we're
boy
Well in the olden days when the Mongolian gangs rode herd out on route nine
We go ridin' in the rain, runnin' south, way down through
everybody came around
Welcome, it's here!
Last summer we took threes across the board
But by fall, we were a cover story, "Now in stores"
Make us poster
I'm tired of dancing here all by myself
Tonight, I wanna dance with someone else
Get into the groove
Boy, you've got to prove
Your love to me,
Pardon me miss
But I've never done this
With a real live girl
What could be harmful
In holding an armful
Of a real live girl
Pardon me if
get mugged if you go downtown
I live back in the woods, you see
My woman and the kids and the dogs and me
I got a shotgun and a rifle and a four
Pardon me miss
But I've never done this
With a real live girl
What could be harmful
In holding an armful
Of a real live girl
Pardon me
At home there are seventeen year old boys
And their idea of fun
Is being in a gang called The Disciples
High on crack, totin' a machine gun
Time
teach your sons to
Not live by a gun
And to not live like the sons of Katie Elder
I think you'd understand Katie Elder
That a man is just a man Katie
was in sight.
By and by they found a little nook
In a stable all forlorn
And in a manger cold and dark
Mary's little Boy Child was born.
everybody came around
Welcome, it's here!
Last summer we took threes across the board
But by fall, we were a cover story, "Now in stores"
Make us poster
everybody came around
Welcome, it's here!
Last summer we took threes across the board
But by fall, we were a cover story, "Now in stores"
Make us poster
Mula Gang
Gang, gang
Mula Gang
Check
I'mma do 'em like Big Meech
This strip club's in '03
Like when MJ dropped 69 on the Cavs in OT
Keith Moore
all go live (it's lit)
Jump, jump, jump all day
I'd rather go fight off the devil
Spend another night in this hell
Ass and titties by the several
that crazy Connie wasn't wearing any shoes
[Chorus]
She lives in L.A. she flies to New York City
That woman's been around the world
You can
The Skulls met the Pythons
Down at the First Street station
Alliances have been made in alleyways
All across the nation
These boys live off
Well life on the farm is kinda laid back
Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack
It's early to rise, early in the sack
I thank God I'm
summer garden
Where the boys grew in the trees
Here I grew guilty
And no one was at fault
Frightened by the power in every innocent thought
But she's a young thing and cannot leave her mother
Where does she live, Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
Oh, where does she live, Charming Billy?
She lives
(on God, on God)
Oh, that's on God
Oh, that's on my life
Oh, havin' the time of my life
Get in the way of that, nigga, you gon' die
Oh, 999
in Atlanta
When that boy see that beam, he gon' be ready for his casket
And I don't fuck with your team and all them niggas up at rapping
And you know
unknown,
He: Far from the cry of the city where flowers pretty caress the stream,
Both: Cozy to hide in, to live side by side in, don't let it abide in my
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