Lyrics:
and the cubboard is bare of beans
We don't have a pot, we don't have a garden but we're fulfillin' our dreams
In a two room shack on a twenty-foot lot they way we
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
Somebody was watching
There was a time when
Peace, I could not find
Nothing to call my own
No job, no car, no home
Staying in a one room shack
All I
when I pass tonight.
Hang it where it can be seen.
If the baby's dead then show the red.
If he's better then show the green.
In a little shack,
By
You get jacked and slapped, across the MC map
I laugh at ya ass, on a horse shack
Come on through I black and
Blue your whole crew
Then I get rudie
Reindeer
So I'm goin' back to my little ol' shack
And drink me a bottle of wine
That was mis en bouteille before my birthday
And have me a fuckin' good time!
shack
I've had an overdose
Of that broken rolling stew
My soul is feeling low
I don't know what to do
So just play me the music to suit ma soul
The one
There's got to be a way
If there's a will
There's always a fucking way
There's a broke down shack
Out on alphabet street
Take a streetcar named
Maureen of mine
Set me free free from black gold
Our love never can be
Once we lived in a shack
Drilled for oil precious black gold
And this
She lived on the curve of the road
In an old, tar-paper shack
On the south side of the town
On the wrong side of the tracks
Sometimes
Remember me I'm so there
Don't make us have to go there
Turn and sing it
Get T.I. in the shack, handshake it with 5
Still politicin' with 6, this probably
I made named Guy
Who loved Susanna and so did I
Now there was this run down shack on Acklen Avenue
That I shared with Skinny Dennis
And a poet
the railroad track
Live the life of Riley in the beaten-down shack
So when I hear a whistle I can peek through the crack
And watch the train a-rolling when
Childhood part of my life, it wasn't very pretty.
You see, I was born and raised in the slums of the city,
It was a one room shack that slept ten
a tumble-down shack and a rusty old mill,
But it's my home sweet home up on Mockin'bird Hill
shack, and a church
That mean the flow got wings and it come from the dirt
Golly, I know she wanna test the 'Rari
Eye on a dollar like Illuminati
Life
three-fifths of them
In chains and powerless, brave souls reduced to cowardice
Slaving in the baking sun for hours just
To see the master creep into the shack
Jenny grew up wild, like a blackfoot daisy
Out in the shack with a blue tick hound
Broke as hell, but blessed with beauty
The kind that a rich man
I was born in a bunk
Mother died and my daddy got drunk
Left me here to die or grow
In the middle of Tobacco Road
Grew up in a dusty shack
the shack
And the backwoods are black
'Cause the clouds hid the moon away
The light from my cigarette flickers in the dark
The only way she knows I'm here
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
I was raised on corn bread and gravy
And I slept in a cardboard box till I was nearly three
I bathed myself in muddy river runnin' by our shack
By
On a rainy Wednesday morning, on the day that I was born
In my old sharecropper's one room country shack
They said my mommie left me the day before
don't you, don't you, don't you
Don't mess with crack or the baking soda
Whether in the high-rise where you live like Roda
Or in the shack and you live
Discuss these shack Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In