Lyrics:
I bought a scooter and I rented a shack
Out in the sun, by the railroad track
I got a job and I'm a-breakin' my back
Workin' and workin' for
It's only a shanty
In old Shanty Town
The roof is so slanty
It touches the ground
But my tumbled down shack
By the old railroad track
Like
Santa had a cup of coffee and he ate a little snack through his pack right over his back
Open the windows of his little shack and shouted oh dasher
just a nothin' child
Why couldn't they just let me be
Let me be, let me be, let me be
One room shack
On the alley-back
Control, I'm told
From
We always wanted a big two story house
Back when we lived in that little two room shack
We wanted fame and fortune and we'd live life the way
blowed away.
Then I was left alone a-listenin' to the moan
Of the wind around the corners of my shack;
So I took off down the road when the south wind
the poverty shacks, he looks from the cracks to the tracks
And the hoofbeats pound in his brain
And he's taught how to walk in a pack
Shoot in the back
With
hang your head, let the two time roll
Grass shack nailed to a pine wood floor
Ask the time baby I don't know
Come back later, gonna let it show
house was looking worse and worse
And so was River Avenue.
Wooden shacks across the tracks
Spoiled Great Grandma's lovely view.
A group of very pretty
Raised eight boys, only I turned bad,
Didn't get the lickin's that the other ones had.
[Chorus]
Tumble down shack in Big Foot county.
Snowed so
you?
Nobody tells you what to do, baby
Smack, crack, shack-a-lack
Tie another one to your backs, baby
Hey kids, rock and roll
Nobody tells you
when I explode
Slammin' a hype-ass verse til ya head burst
I ram shack dead in the track, and that's that
Rap assassin, fastin', quick to blast
I'm gonna lay around this shack,
Until the mail train comes back.
And roll in my sweet baby's arms.
Well, I ain't gonna work for the railroad.
I
Rumor spreadin' 'round
In that Texas town
About that shack outside La Grange
And you know what I'm talkin' about
Just let me know if you wanna go
shit
Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with
Whether you're coolin' on a corner with your fly bitch (biatch)
Laid back in the shack, play this track
On a rainy
Windy morning that's the day that
I was born on in the old sharecroppers one
Room country shack
They say my mummy left me
Same day that
paper shack
With a pump out front and some junk out back
But inside there was always a
Hot cup of coffee
And a warm place around the fire for anyone
John
I live in a three-room shack
It's not much to see
No special lights on my Christmas tree
Not this Christmas for me
I may not get a Christmas card
(uh-huh)
Thinkin' back on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back (yeah)
And she loves to show me off of course
Smiles every time
Rumor spreadin' 'round
In that Texas town
About that shack outside La Grange
And you know what I'm talkin' about
Just let me know if you wanna go
I back ya down like Shack Daddy, and bust on ya out the new Caddy
And skirt up Wiltshire Boulevard
I'm not Xzibit, you can't pull my hoe card
I
White houses in neat little rows,
Contrasting against the sky.
Tumble down black shacks over the tracks,
Children so hungry they could cry.
held up in a shotgun shack
And she wouldn't let nobody in
So a Nation cried
Oh oh
When a Nation cries
His tears fall down like missiles from the skies
people throw more than this out.
Is this your home, Jackie Brown?
This three room shack
With no running water
And the bathroom out back.
Is this your
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