Lyrics:
but a simple dream now all I see is red
Broken into fragments by the thunderhead
Send the word ahead don't want to be alone
Time to wake the dead
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
Chased by a shot of Scotch whiskey, brew brisky
For sixty years, misty bottles of Crysty in the freezer
Red twist leaf, melted in spliffy, Cali blunt
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
Man I wanna get a piece of that Stoplight shit
Man that motherfucking bagging church
[Snoop Dogg]
You see them pretty buttons on my stereo? (don't
Wait, I've got a better plan
To catch this big red lobster man
Let's pop him in a boiling pot
And when he's done we'll butter him up
Kidnap
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
my head and my woman by my side
Tail-pipe's poppin', the radio's rockin', "Country boy can survive"
If you got a problem with that, ha, ha, you can
Wait, I've got a better plan
To catch this big red lobster man
Let's pop him in a boiling pot
And when he's done we'll butter him up
Kidnap
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
Get your head piece fractured, with killer cuts
From the Shropshire Slasher, rip shit up
Got this whole thing Tang mastered, sho nuff
An MC too good
bitch"-
I'm like I'm fuckin her right now
Got ya bitch tip-toein' on my marble floors
Red bottoms only for the centerfolds
Big bodies I got 10 of those
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
Hamza
Habibti please, ana akeed, inti w ana ahla
Wit' Pop Skull in Gaza, but not that Gaza, but still it's a mazza
Niggas want piece like cassava but
affected by the streets, no appetite, I can't eat
I only see red when I see, I think it's my PTSD (gang)
I think it's my PTSD (whoa), I think it's my PTSD,
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry
I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die
men. The baron was dragged down from his horse and cut into pieces by the wild red men.
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
a fair,
I always get a souvenir to prove that I was there.
Well, I've got a piece of silky thread from bashful Mary's gown,
A nugget from a stream
the city up
As if the sun had the night shift
And paint the town red for my nigga found dead too soon
(Bitch, I'm back out-)
Yeah
To the left of that
skin is black is tar
It ain't far from the real, real
Piss poor with problems
'Bout to pick pocket people
And my piece pipin' hot
While they
[Originally by Blitz]
It's summer time and the country's on the line
The lads are on the streets and the riots doing fine
Picking up the pieces
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