Lyrics:
Well the children come back to see the old home-place
They don't see a thing that they like
The old well out back with its cool clear water don't
Here's your reward for working so hard
Gone on the lavatories in the back yard
Gone all the days when you dreamed of that car
You just want to sit in
Here is your reward for working so hard
Gone are the lavatories in the back yard
Gone are the days when you dreamed of that car
You just want to sit
to go home oh how I want to go home
[ guitar ]
Old home folks think I'm big in Detroit City
From the letters that I write they think I'm fine
But by
my place in each and every face.
I'm not sayin' I'm through by any means.
There's still things that I want to say and do.
I hope you won't forget
Let me roll
We want your mind to blow
Just got some things to do
Back on the creep after losing some change
Seen my partner, Big Chief and James
Old tin roof, leaves in the gutter
A hole in the screen door big as your fist
And flies on the butter
Mama baking sugar cookies, we were watching
Now their voices have been scattered by the swirling winds of time
And the truth remains that no one wants to know
Well the old man was a stranger
remains that no-one wants to know.
Well, the old man was a stranger, but I'd heard his song before,
Back when failure had me locked out on the wrong
to fit in
There's no need to rush, take your time
Life's a big old ride, sit back and enjoy the vibe
When we are young, we all want someone
Who we
featuring Notorious B.I.G.
(Notorious B.I.G.)
Fuck that I preach it my nine reaches
The prestigious cats who speak this Willie shit
Don't come unless you don't want the biz
It ain't nothing' but real women in my circle, not them phony chicks
That don't know what I mean when I say
noise in
The streets he's notorious, to pushers he's glorious
To girls he's a pimp cause he turns em to the whoriest
Materialistic nymphomaniacs
That
Too motherfucking hot
Hot motherfucking thug
Give me a back rub
Oh, I didn't even say bitch
I'm sorry, I apologize
I'm sorry, I take that back
unspoiled
From across that lonesome ocean
Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine
Made of silver or of golden
Either from the mountains
imagine that? they won't fight back
I got a theory on that
A whale's heart is as big as a car
A whaler's thought must be smudged by the dark
They won't
they want me to break
Leave me dead in the streets, no that can't be my fate
Tell me who can I trust? Tell me who shall I fear? (Yeah)
Hennessy in my
fields and home,
I dreamed about my mother, dear old papa, sister and brother,
And I dreamed about that girl, who's been waitin' for so long
I want
hard liquor
Some vodka that'll jump start my heart quicker
Then a shock when I get shocked at the hospital
By the doctor when I'm not cooperating
and pick your dates
Woah oh make 'em wait, pick your dates
Before you make a big mistake
You know when true love comes your way
There won't be much that you
redneck romeo
Oh baby you can find me in the back of a Ford truck tailgate,
Sittin' round watchin' all these pretty things
Gettin' down in that Georgia
to see
Well she takes the napkin and throws it back and says
"That don't look a thing like me"
I said "Oh kind miss, it most certainly does"
She say "You
and flunkies
Mega ain't the only faggot in my hood dummies
There's plenty that want to be me but cannot
It's like King Arthur and knight Sir Lance-a-lot
Lefty
I could tell by the way she act that
She's Freaky and knows how to keep secrets
And knows how to throw it back right!
Go ahead and hurt me?
Put it
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