Lyrics:
Robbin' old folks and makin' the dash"
They did the job, money came with ease
But one couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease
He robbed another
to the name
There’s a wharf at the end of the Cannery Road
Where wind-weathered shanties still wait for the loads
The old folks remember the cannery days
When
right hand If you see me on the dope train Ready to make a stand Old folks scared of eye gain Out the window pane they be lookin with a migrane While I
venom and we buyin it like denim
These world wide webs they weave, we caught in 'em
Old folks is dyin and CEO's skimmin
The bat's in your hand and this is
spring summer and fall
Now lots of folks claim
A monkey man of dark colour
Is really gone crazy
By a real hot yellow
Now a yellow boys
That ain't all
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City
I dreamed about them cotton fields of home
I dreamed about my mother, dear old pappy, sister and brother
fields and home,
I dreamed about my mother, dear old papa, sister and brother,
And I dreamed about that girl, who's been waitin' for so long
I want
Nothin' really is
For things to stay the same, they have to change again
Hello, my old friend
You change your name but not the ways you play
other way
Well my folks still live on the same piece of land
Where they built our home brick by brick by hand
With a little bit of help from some friends
have to kill 'em
That ain't the reason my folks came here
The old lady came out on the porch
Took her in the house, sit on the flo'
Man, what you came
pumped the pimp
That fed the fiends
He got jumped by the brothers in Ft. Green
They slapped the mack
That kept us back
Sucker suckin' the hood like
Bitch i got a old soul
But i got a new bitch
And i just used that old money
To cash out on a new whip
And i stood in that cold rain
To put on this
There was a time when I worked in a factory and rode an old bike around town and life was so easy
And those were the days before I picked up
and tears
The children, they laugh, make the old folks smile
Make it easier to wait when you've been there for awhile
What are we all doing, doing here
Just
Lost a couple friends when I moved out west
Love my folks here but I miss the OG's with every piece of this thing inside my chest
Wish I could give
No, I've been stood up, knocked down
And had my time to boast
But if your thinkin' that you got this old boy by the hammer, honey
No you ain't
established
Livin out of hand lavish
Throwin parties ?
with big time folks makin big time cabbage
Become a savage, get swoll by ones
Twenty a drum's
empty
So he yelled, "oh, heck"
"Heck," said the rebel
Well, the Dean walked by
Just as that occurred
He said, "you can get expelled
For what I just
old-folk be starin'
Patin' me down, searchin' the clothes that I'm wearin'
We gon' act a ass (push my glock up in the grass)
We gon' do the fool (we'll
They say, 'don't change the old for the new'
But I've found out this will never do
When you grow old, you don't last long
You're here today
I'll tell you an old-fashioned story
That grandfather used to relate,
Of a builder and joining contractor
Who's name it were Sam Oswaldthwaite.
In
And I had me a buddy back home
But he started out to roam
And I hear, he's out by Frisco Bay
And, sometimes when I've had a few
His old voice comes
Robbin' old folks and makin' tha dash",
They did the job, money came with ease,
But one couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease,
He robbed another
Give it to ya raw!
Yo it's that old school shit
About 12 years old
Let's get physical operate your brain to function
I remember the Gods
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