Lyrics:
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
love with her, I just wanna be the one to hit her
Drop off and let the next nigga get her
That's the way it goes, it's time to shake a hoe, make
We don't need no great big house on a hill top
Just a share croppers shack by a railroad track
And a well in the back will do
Though few may find
(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
old North Wind
A whistlin' around my shack
Each night before I go to sleep down on my knees I pray
That the old North Wind a come a howlin' by
and my mate were back at the shack, we had Spike Jones on the box
She said, "I can't take the way he sings, but I love to hear him talk"
Now that just
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
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
names on my record now
Yo, I want to say what's up to my man ATL
My man Shack Money
My man Shep Love and the entire LG Posse
I wanna say what's up
know
Come, love come, the road lies free
I'll wait for you in Tennessee
So here I sit, in a tiny shack
With thirteen others at my back
I've sent
shack
Oh baby please hear me
Hear me testify
I'm on my knees
Can't you see i try
For you to stay by my side
Please don't make me cry
You onat Henny popn ochea fossil
She shack that thang like ole girl problem
Maracas mu fasta and fasta
OHw i think a got a problem
I sprung out calla
(The views expressed on this recording
Are solely those of
The artists and by no means do we
Encourage or condone you and
Your friends taking over
What makes you tick is what you do and not the words you speak
Shack-a-lacka get up off your back
If your actions are true then
Smash it up!
When I
Pretty, everytime you pass by
Girl I go like see you koto lor
Omo to Shan, bebedi'ngbon uhn
I no fit to reach you or say hi
I shy die, if I go love
named Bathsheba I fell in love and couldn't leave
And every passing day life's growing still more strange
Like that night at Carambola we all sat next
Heading for the station with a pack on my back
I'm tired of transportation in the back of a hack
I love to hear the rhythm of the clickity-clack
the life O?Riley in the beat down shack
When I hear a whistle I can peep through the crack
Watch the train rollin? when it?s ballin? the jack
Love to hear
tuned into Blue
"Maybe Amsterdam or Rome"
Awakened by a stewardess,
With Spain somewhere below.
On the threshold of adventure,
God I do love this
Blueridge hills far away
Oh I love those hills of old Virginia
From those Blueridge hills I did roam
When I die won't you bury me
elsewhere
Oh, I'm staying nowhere with love
Well, it's better to be happy in a cardboard shack
Than to be alone in a castle
All you get for your money
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
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
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
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