Lyrics:
George Jones & Melba Montgomery
Have you ever come home tired and all worn out
Life is gay and you're wonderin' what it's about
Still you find out
[Featuring cool Keith]
[Kool Keith]
Yes! As we interrupt
For sisters out there ovulating
Brothers out there... doing private things
Let's get
the screw heads crank it up feel this
Rest In Peace Pimp C from the heart of Texas
If you don’t know, we’ll you gon learn some truth today
Asshole by nature,
bonfire
Hell with a Blair Witch, I tear up shit by the gunfire
Young esquire, wise guy extraordinaire
In the Forbes 2000, you best believe I'm in there,
bonfire
Hell with a Blair Witch, I tear up shit by the gunfire
Young esquire, wise guy extraordinaire
In the Forbes 2000, you best believe I'm in there,
on bass
George Duke on keyboards
Alright now
Let me get myself tuned up and then
We'll do a suave program for you
Hi, Frank!
Hi!
Alright well, Ian's
a family to feed men it's a blessing
I got Addys out in Texas
If they watching I'll leave them guessing
I bang the lane by blood i aint get blessed inn
Play
me, when I'm up in there I'm beatin' it
Givin' ya that Mike Jones' treatment
I could tell by the way she walk that she got it
Body so delit, you
like you ain't wanna be born
And tell your friends stay the hell out of my lawn
Chicken George became dead George stealin' chickens from my farm
Damn,
to trippin we kick em like Judo
Blind by love, can't see what I do
2 am, can you come through (what are we?)
T-RAY not DJ Screw, but I slow it down for you
born
And tell your friends stay the hell out of my lawn
Chicken George became dead George stealin' chickens from my farm
Damn, another dead pigeon
If
to Texas to see my bitch
I ought of be there by breakfast if I leave by six
And ain't nothing stopping Ja'
I'ma get the puss, catch the Rockets game, then
tinted
These fake rappers gettin by with
These hell of a gimmicks
They act like it's all love
Only love is your money
So when it's over, are you a thug
watches
Skyscrapers is colossus, the cost of living
Is preposterous, stay alive, you play or die, no options
No Batman and Robin, can't tell between
Are all inhabited by slowly-aging
'very hip young people',
They appear to be casting
Sinister glances toward him
Through their glinting acid burn-
Out
is not like you or me
Lock him up, tight
'Cuz if he had the chance he might
Show us that we're wrong and that's the one thing we can't be
Oh no, oh no
to
know about my life so check this out; this is called My Own Hell
Produced by Don Juan
[Intro 2]
Nigga, my life is straight conflict
When all I want
with two weeks pay
And I'd probably blow it on beer anyway
Hey wait 'til you hear him sing like George Jones
He stopped loving her today
They
space invaders boy
Pull out the piece like on you haters boy
Forget about the haters
I don't want to talk about 'em
On this right now
I want to talk
heart and I'm startin' to get the message
Come on and text me Texas
Whatever you can't tell me now
Baby, you could spell it out
Come on and text me,
can't ride, baby)
So I kicked that bitch to the curb
You best to believe (uh)
You ain't got no trick up your sleeve
That can get what you need
new
So I can't do to them what I would to do you, so
Ah, another session
Check-in session
Dogg Pound Gangstaz
I'm on top of the world
With
to the valley what you think fo
[4] - From Texas to Cali we get our ye from the valley
We be hustlin on blocks moving in and out the alley
We call it medicine
hundred-percent Carhartt
Play my part
Lights out, Josh Hart
Suspend some hoops but you can’t suspend these lyrical loops
I’m so cool
When you’re rich and famous
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