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Everywhere we go
The same old thing
Bow, kiss the ring
Long live the king!

I don't live by your rules
I'll never be the fool
No you cannot take
What's become

and my lady by my side
Because I'm destined for the throne
I really feel at home
I could never leave you all alone
I dream about it every single night
Keep

home, tell them what's living
Tell them what's home, tell them what's living
Nothing here, just a void for the children, uh
Just a hole, lost souls

doing
These old songs justice
Though I was half cut by this point and searching
For my next haul

Now the funny thing is
The songs that I was singing,

They Ask Me

J-Kwon

Hood Hop [Clean]

2004

cancer
Now she layin' up in a old folks home
When it seamed like yesterday she was home
A month later stroke poped up 
Her brain cells gone
The last thing

home by the river
i wonder what our daughter's like, yeah i hope that family treats her right
and gives her all the things we couldn't give her

now

My home town is the kind of a place
Where everyone was once someone else, the best
A general with a water gun
A pilot who's destined to destroy Iran,

Ayy (ayy), ayy (ya), ayy (ya), ayy (ya), look (look)

This that shit that made me ball out on my old bitch, ooh (ooh)
Yeah, I'm chosen, I ain't

Knowing my off days are 808s
And old Drum breaks from all them old days
When Fifty Cent was poppin and Eminem was a show king
Consumed by what i became

Strike pinups I ain't bowling
My ex trolling up in Poland
Find an accent who ass swollen 
Like me all by her colon
Money favorite drug got a paper plug

decoding science
Rolling papers by Bob Marley filled with potent hybrid
Stone designed, mind probably old as Mayans
Murder gods with my hands in a bowl like

The truck bed of the four by four
And the girls all-natural
Skinny dippin' where the creek's shallow yeah

There's no stop signs where we go
Throw 'em back

Handle of Beam

Bubba Sparxxx

Dark Days, Bright Nights [Newtown]

2001

through these four year old Brooke's
Bubba actin' shady, got my ex old lady shook
She know that I'm a crook by the chances that I took
So it's normal buyin'

a hollow head don't want to stay
I ain't talk to God in a while that's just by the way
Hopped up out the whip and I can't help but hear the whispers
Y'all be

Wavy
Yessuh
Bringin' that flavor
What type of flavor?
That home-brewed flavor
That real flavor
You don't know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Listen
This

prolly got these rappers passin fray
Look, New York you gotta feel me I
Was at the Rock The Mic tour
Barely old enough to hear it
Man and standin' next

There's a bullet in my ass, ah"

Ted kennedy, good senator, but a bad date

You know what I'm saying, folks? One of those guys who gets home

At four

ain't going down this for an he ain't finna lay
Okay
He tell hisself "i'm finna make home tonight"
By any all means so anyone get blown tonight
Aw that

this damn much
(I work so hard)
Maybe I can get by if I try
To stop them from dividing us
(Let's bring the whole world together)

If I look up
If I look

rude
Oh shoot
You think you know soul don't you
You know I'm with the chosen few
When I roll through
Still peeping out
How you outside folks move
Soul

bitch she kept actin brand new
They heard that i'm hot but i heard that's old news
Them niggaz been hatin like who fuck is you
They turn on the ac soon

bitch she kept actin brand new
They heard that i'm hot but i heard that's old news
Them niggaz been hatin like who fuck is you
They turn on the ac soon

Walkin' up 23rd Street i was tired and alone
It was late my housemate
Would be asleep when I got home
The sign ahead glowin' red
Said the Chelsea

Big Joe and Phantom 309

Archers of Loaf

Step Right Up: The Songs of Tom Waits [1996]

1996

and well I got down on my luck
And I got tired of just roamin' and bummin'
Around, so I started thumbin' my way
Back to my old hometown
You know I made