Lyrics:
up, scarred hard
All he wanna know is (where my money at?)
She balls, he calls (where my money at?)
See, I'ma tell you like Wu told me
Cash Rules
Ernest Tubb or George D Hay Wes Rose and here's to Hank
I used to sit around at night with my old beat up guitar
And I'd wonder how it felt to be a country
terrible weather
Nobody does it better than I, so approved by Carly Simon
Most rappers is real hard, but still hardly rhymin'
To all, rise and shine, give
loo
General sandman's soon coming by
Loo loo loo loo loo
I'm gonna tell you a little secret
You won't believe it's true
Did you know your daddy
"Speak of love, not hate
Things to do, it's getting late
I've so little time and
I'm just passing through"
I shivered with George Washington
One night
!
Yeah, alright
Hey
Hey hey alright
Whoa whoa Caledonia Soul
Caledonia Soul Music
Tell me what it is
Caledonia Soul Music
Caledonia Soul Music
Been infused by Craig Hodges and Abdul-Rauf
Examples like Olympic, Black Power salutes
To Panther troops, I saw as I pursued my truth
If racism is
tired of talking y'all ain't listenin'
Them old dirt roads is what y'all missin'
Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt road
Laid back swervin' like I'm George
threes
Life is short is what some nigga said
Not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did
It's funny how these black killer companies is making
yourself, by yourself
By yourself, by yourself, by yourself
If I give it to you, will you leave?
Tell it to you, will you speak?
Got it tatted on my
of growing up and seeing life at it's worst
Then trying to iron out my wrinkles, putting family first
It seems like the whole world is out for sinking my
Blow your secret open wide
So baby, if you say it (say it)
Tell me what it is you like (like)
Baby, baby, don't be shy
Maybe you can spend
A lot of people who have influenced me
Other folks like Merle Haggard George Jones and
Ray Price It really upsets me cause I didn't get to meet a lot
The sun is hot and that old clock is movin' slow and so am I
Workday passes like molasses in wintertime, but it's July
I'm gettin' paid by
the cold (yeah, yeah)
But it's hard to tell if this is just a fling
Or if it's true love that he thinks of
So next Christmas
I'm not all alone, babe
on a nigga's ass, tell me, will they blast me?
I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me
Now it's gettin' crazy after dark
These narcs be like
The art of making art
Is putting it together, bit by bit
Link by link, making the connections, yes we do!
Drink by drink, taking every comment as it
from Quincy Jones
Or George Benson
What you fighting for?
Okay, look, look
Let me understand this
You've been living through life
Like a humble bandit
I
sunset glow has died
My needs are very much alive
Is it okay if I stop by?
It's all wrong but it's all right
It's all wrong but it's all right
Just
blown
My adversaries cry like hoes
Open and shut like doors
Is you a friend or foe?
Nigga, you ain't know?
They got me stressed out on Death Row
And the towers fall around us
The sun is slowly fading
And it's colder than the sea
It is written from the desert
To the mountains they shall lead us
By
And the towers fall around us
The sun is slowly fading
And it's colder than the sea
It is written from the desert
To the mountains they shall lead us
By
pour poured is like when Mary J. sang
Every day it rains, so every day the pain
But ignored them, and showed em the rents was to blame
For life is
to hear
I'm a tell you like George Bush told me
Fuck yall niggas I'm out of here
[Chorus]
[Repeat: x4]
I think it's time for me to go hard
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