Lyrics:
pass
Just as the bus pulls up and I step to the rear
This old lady look like she drank a 40 of fear
I see my old-school partner, said his brother got
pass
Just as the bus pulls up and I step to the rear
This old lady look like she drank a 40 of fear
I see my old-school partner, said his brother got
Ay Street where the party at?
Yeah
Party at the house I think my mama gone, yeah (mama)
She left me at the house all by myself alone, yeah
ain't many folks by the
Sally Ann so pretty
That while walkin' through town,
Many a twisted features
Made a terrible beauty
And then I knew
And then
Some people wake up early
And gotta move all day
Trying to find some food to eat
Or some bottles for the pay
Some people ain't got nothing
Some folks
Red Chip Funk
Performed by Twenty-something DJ Franklin
Lyrics and arrangement by Raymond Francisco Quinton
Produced by Rabid City Records
(C)
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
of Jericho"
"Ready? Go!"
Sat where the old, cardboard city folk
Swap tales with heads like
Every other penny throw
And I will remember your name and face
fiddled in the middle of the station have gone
Some folks say they ain't never gonna miss him
Old Fiddle squealed like the engines brakes
Cherokee
of his moonshine
And I sat there, spellbound by his words
And ain't it funny
Where a man can find beauty?
He said "thanks for the ride, I'm glad
fiddled in the middle of the station have gone
Some folks say they ain't never gonna miss him
Old Fiddle squealed like the engines brakes
Cherokee
*Chorus*
Now why dey wanna see me dead niggas put prices on my head now I got to
Rottwielers by my bed
*Verse 1*
Niggas afraid to see a Gambino
folks ain't
Growin' they on they tiptoes
And regression's progression for people who
Ain't got no wisdom
And a Father called these babblin'
Prophets
the Ph love watin' rinchels
Cause they doughnuts
They go nuts for a dozen
Shut up they spot, me and my baby cousin
It seems they were slippin' by
And we
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
the paper
Wintertime, drop the top, flex on all the haters
I'm in love with diamond chains, fuck a wedding ring
Love to spoil myself, I by myself
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
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
While resting the other evening by the side of the road
I saw an old farmer in the field that he just hold
His face was all brown and wrinkled by
Old folks scream, "Stop the violence"
True, layin' up, yo, watchin' these crack niggas
Play enough crap games for what?
See back in days, crime pays
Old folks scream, "Stop the violence"
True, layin' up, yo, watchin' these crack niggas
Play enough crap games for what?
See back in days, crime pays
gonna pass you by
I got an old V-8 from the year I was born
Don't look like much, just a flat black Ford
I had some words with her old man
When I asked him for her hand
'Cause eye to eye, you know, we never could see
Now we're off and we're on our own
I dreamed about my mother dear old papa sister and brother
And I dreamed about the girl that's been waiting for so long
I wanna go home I wanna go
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