Lyrics:
uncomfortable by talking about my hemorrhoids
And now my parakeet's unemployed
I enjoyed watching old men
Put Pennzoil inside their engines, while eating
get back their gold
That was stolen by a dragon in the days of old.
Bilbo! Bilbo! Bilbo Baggins
He's only three feet tall
Bilbo! Bilbo! Bilbo
snowball
Rolls and it grows
Shit he almost passed out before they broke the choke hold
These old toads
That sold him warts by the boatload
That's raft, not
and the
Meadow’s in the bloom
While the birds make music all the day
The young folks roll on the little cabin floor
All merry, all happy and bright
By ‘n by hard
Well I was born in 1965
That was a hell of a good time to be alive
Except that by the age of ten
The music had turned crap again
Now people say they
The government loves criminals while the honest pay
Hardworking folks left in disarray
American people are being beaten by the scum that you let through
Let's give
gon' grow
And if he do, where is he gon' go?
Got a letter from an old friend, I read it and cried
When he told me that his girl just died
Right out
a wash of rain,
While the fences fold like hands around the land.
Past old folks on the front porch,
With babies on their knees,
The dogs upon
I have always been here
And I'll always be there
I can honestly tell you
That I really don't care
If all the babies are broken
And the old folks
[E-40]
I step, I step in the "Club" aroung twelve o'clock (clock)
Me and my folk (folkers) after the after "Spot" (spot)
We bought a - Rimy (Rimy)
think we had enough
Old folks gonna pass it down
Young folks gonna past it around
Power seeker
(Won't be there for you)
When you need them
(Won't
Hey babe, I'm sorry I didn't answer when you called the first time
Been busy catching up with folks I ain't seen in a while
Wish you could've seen
little blonde and not so very old.
She let me hold her in my arms and 'by gum' she was cold
'Cause she'd been sitting on the ice in the ice rink,
Sitting
by the name of 2Pacalypse (uh)
The 707, my roost go hella far back to Floyd Terrace (yeah)
I pull a forty out of my ballcap
And then I flush it
character close, display these verses tight, virtuos'
Sort of like we supposed to, pantyhose raps you run
Stay dumb like black folks that boast C's
Mostly
the world attract old and younger folks
Charge with the vitality and magnetism
In large reality with massive rhythm
The manual without technical part
From
old shit
You ready
Yeah I'm ready
I locks and load
Cock and spray
Hit you niggas from a block away
SK to the Stockaway
Cause I know how
the old story goes
He went from rags to riches
And he changed as he rose
To me that scenario doesn't apply my friend
'Cause I'm the same guy I've always
Horse-drawn plows broke the sod
People had a fear in God
The old hometown was small and kind of dusty
Farms outlined the town those days
Till
some niggas trained to go
You know these boys don't play though (No)
Diamonds hittin' like them folks
I keep my neck on Teo (Teo, ayy)
See them niggas
rigor mortis smile
With your old folks eating dog food and your children eating paint
While the pirates own the flag and sell us sermons on restraint
drink from a jug from a still built on the moon
Brand new recipe, earthshine's a remedy to folks who howl at noon
White Freightliner, parked by the diner,
I'm
Sixteen hundred miles from my home
Sixteen hundred miles down that road
Wheels turnin' round
Round and round they go
I'm going down
Down to my old
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City
And I dreamed about the cottonfields and home
I dreamed about my mother dear old papa sister and brother
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