Lyrics:
Carry me back to old Virginny,
There's where the cotton and the corn and tatoes grow,
There's where the birds warble sweet in the springtime,
We never had much money growing up
You know my daddy drove an old pickup truck
But that was fine with me
By the time that I was six years old
I was
nobody considered me sane
First time I got a whooping 'sRight where I begin
Cuz what I did I told my mom I'd never do it again
Round four years old
back with a vengeance
And back to back Benzes, back to back winnin'
Rap failed, oh well, gimme back my scale and a burn out cell, I'll grow clientele
"Well met, well met," said an old true love
"Well met, well met," said he
"I have just returned from the salt, salt sea
And it's all for the love
from old San Francisco
Yeah it's the only town I know
Where all my thoughts grow
Old San Francisco
Well I never thought I'd miss
That old cold foggy mist
gets twisted and your head grows numb
And you think you're too old too young too smart or too dumb
When you're lagging behind and losing your pace
rhymes stack, pimping with my mic
Everybody want a piece cause Sweet Jones is what they like
They like to pimp his steak and shrimp, hit well like a pimp
you a lifetime and never forgotten
cre vows that we made where the wild flower still grow
cnd well I know now for the years we were granted love is
c
of a parachute Mr. Drug War Junta-Man himself George Bush used when he bailed out of that bomber in World War II?
Hemp was illegal by then, but farmers were
the time go? Where does the time go? Where does the time go?
Then up you grow and then you know, how time goes a little faster
Not by much to start with,
watching
Picture slides
But I never seen nothin' like you
Do ya want my love
Do ya want my face
Do ya want my mind
Do ya want my love
Well I heard
watching
Picture slides
But I never seen nothin' like you.
Do ya want my love
Do ya want my face
Do ya want my mind
Do ya want my love
Well I
Picture slides
But I never seen nothin' like you.
Do ya want my love
Do ya want my face
Do ya want my mind
Do ya want my love
Well I heard the crowd
looking for a friend
Maybe you could swing by my room around 10
Baby bring a lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between the sheets 'til the late AM
Baby
just the surface of a dark deep well
And how can you prefer to be wit those
That sprayed you wit gun and hoses
And never put roses on the graves
a rapper, what the fuck do I know
Well I'm also a nigga that
Came off Martin Luther King, man
Son of a dope lady
And I went to fuckin' Morehouse nigga
I
Picture slides
But I never seen nothin' like you.
Do ya want my love
Do ya want my face
Do ya want my mind
Do ya want my love
Well I heard the crowd
cried,
We'll find our way through time's gentle tide.
Verse 2:
By the river where the willow weeps,
Secrets in the water, deep,
The old treehouse, now
Well I felt like I was born today
So I took it upon me to go away
To gather my thoughts and go away
Where I could (be used by) somebody
Now
just need some time to grow the fuck up
And I got too much on my mind
Where do we go when we die?
Time after time passing by
And I won't forget your
grow up and not be so juvenile, huh?
Cash Money Records, this shit's about to go south, huh?
You feelin' stupid now, huh?
Old Slim would've told 'em
just need some time to grow the fuck up
And I got too much on my mind
Where do we go when we die?
Time after time passing by
And I won't forget your
school, huh?"
"Uh huh"
"Is he picking you up after school today?"
"Unh uh!"
"Well, where'd ya meet him?"
I met him at the candy store
He turned
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