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her as and old school Bonnie
And I was Clyde in my funky little head

If I'd stayed my ass in Etowa County
Wouldn't be sittin' in this Tallahassee

Geto Highlites

Coolio

The Collection

2012

retaliatin' 'cause they enemies done crossed out the hood

Crackhead mama's smokin' whole county checks
Dope dealers who serve nickel pieces for sex
Be it

retaliatin' 'cause they enemies done crossed out the hood

Crackhead mama's smokin' whole county checks
Dope dealers who serve nickel pieces for sex
Be it

comin' up cheap(?), beat after beat
Makin' mail off a known to fluke(??)

[Chorus:]

I'm from the old school, yes indeed
I give my right arm for some

here in Sheridan County district one
And we fielded nine on our football team but boy we could run
It's late September and school's in full swing
There's

for kids so he left Jill to choose
He went off to a state school and visits every month or two
Everybody knows Jack
Got a new truck, got a good job

the park
School to prison pipeline they smoking pipes on the Ave
When guns shoot and knives stab you can't get ya life back
Nah haggle at the store get

rock, county, and hip-hop
Somewhere between Hank, Three 6, and Kid Rock, Johnny Cash all black
It's that old-school flavor
Sippin' something
Rippin'

the hotel, school, church, bank and jail
On the ghost town trail, on the ghost town trail

Now here's a little story bout a guy named Burt
He was a law abiding

Ha ha hahaha
These motherfuckers are built not bought
Boy!

My fuckin' light bar and my HID's
Keep me stackin' up these tickets
From the county

those downtown deals all night - Mmm!
Running those yout's on county lines
You know your bound to do some time
Cos their mind ain't right

Eddie's never

Candy Paint & Gold Teeth

Bun B

Triple F Life: Friends, Fans & Family

2012

Riverdale on 85, at Annlers' eatin' some Soul Food
Clayton County attitude let me know if you down too
Party all night with my people
And if yo' ass go hungry

Well I left for ten minutes
Now I'm gone for two days
That's why I call bullshit
On this stupid county's ways
You preach about importance
And how I

I grew up a Florida jit, Duval County in this bitch
High school I had the wicks, and my click had the sticks
I don't know who had the bricks, but I

I go back in my mind
Those Friday nights
Heart on my hand, removin’ my hat
Up in the stands, high school band
Playin that National Anthem
And all

Hot Commodity

Trina

Still da Baddest

2008

the flyest fashions

[Verse 2:]
Smell the fragrances, it's unforgettable
Had a hoes haten daten back to middle school
Apple Bottom jeans, boots with tha fur

There's some pictures being hung in county hall
Everybody wants to see
They say that you can look at them for free
She saw some photos

Came from rapping in the bathroom
Class clown pre-K to high school
I done came along way
County to the state tray
It feel like all yesterday
But it's

Georgia pines
Soul food and some homemade wine
It's a high school football game on a Friday night
It's a crickets singin' like a Sunday choir (yeah)

Goin' down to the county fair
Even though I met you there
Doesn't mean I love you
Took a ride on the carousel
Got on the Gravitron
'Til I didn't feel

this homestead day and night
Crop was good, future bright
All my brood done good in school
Had some cash, bought two mules
But when that Dust came

developing
Would it be the middle school or ketamine, guess
Left home in the dark, to curl up in a bear hug in Suffolk county's arms
With a bevy of heavy

clinging onto
and the check the county sends

Blue-lipped children waiting on a school bus
All secondhand jackets and boots and gloves
Late afternoon they'll

Sidewalks of Chicago

Ferlin Husky

One More Time

1971

and then
At least it keeps my body from the cold
Thank God the folks back home in Harlan County
Can't see what success has done for me
Would you believe