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country station just a blaring on the radio Pick him up at seven and they're headin' to the rodeo Momma's on the front porch screamin' out her warning
to be my lady Its all or nothing to ice A styless kind of woman Whose class looks real good Treats her man the way that she should One who would
to Rodney King me, Always tryin'a crown my ass, Ain't got no class (No Class) I hit they' ass like the buddah that's stinky, They want to scruff but,
on its face They won't make these anymore It's a wooden coach-n-four No-one will even steal it If you leave it by the door No sign to mark it's going
I see her layin' by the poolside every day She ain't got a lot on She ain't got a lot to say She wouldn't look my way But, buddy, what do you
all the slaughter and I am in No mood to be playin' second fiddle, slob on this violin With no strings attached I'm just the product of a hostile
sold to the greed and the game But I just can't let it go, no, I just can't let it go I wonder if you ever think about it like I do Seven kids on my
I've been to London, seen seven wonders I know to trip is just to fall I used to rock it, sometimes I'd roll it I always knew what it was for
A letter from your home town makes you sad You read it when the warden's had a second laugh He said sentimental rubbish ain't got no place in here, boy See
his one begotten son (Hail Mary nigga, run quick, see) To lead the wild into the ways of the man (What do we have here, now? Do you want to ride
[Repeat: x7] I remember Back before The record deal And the cars And the cribs And the way That things Took off I was signin' At lucy's
I'm motherfucking chicken-shit To the ones that's tryna play the E By the time you get to seven, you'll be six feet deep Number Eight: Make no
us all fools Like class clowns praying Private Ryan comes round Sound travels at one thousand, one thirty, feet per second Niggaz in the street they
Saturday, Sunday (a week) Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Seven days a week Every hour, every minute, every second You know, night after
your class No matter how smart any old fool Is accepted the there's no exams to pass High grades or low grades you'll get to choose Your very own class
Over down on the driveway Fast forward a couple of years and I'm bumpin' that Sade Fast forward a couple of more and I'm bumpin' that "My Way" By
Nappy boy (nappy boy) Whoo! Three ringz Yeah, we the class clowns jump shoot Third time around dog If I was just to step in the ring
a way to carry on? Second guess Did I do my best There was a friend I had [Chorus] Johnny was a weirdo So what did you expect? I ain't no fucking
had it with no hot water?) Nah, show me (Hold up a second) What the fuck? (And then you do it like that) OK, go ahead ... AHH shit, fuck, that's
hope) I don't come top of the class Got no brown tongue lickin' ass, can't do what he's asked Won't do what he's asked I think I did the right thing
stuck on the edge? And then you dive in, how quickly you'll forget You know fears, they capture the way, get by Now that I'm back in the light, so
to grab my old school tape Mad with no music, but happy cause free And the streets to a player is the place to be Got a knot in my pocket, weighing
(yeah) And all my shooters shootin' .223's 'bout me, Wop Pick 'em with the AK-47 Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven Percocet got a nigga nose sweaty
What a dynamic entrance Put a block on the words This I hear on a train We had salmon on a bus At Epsom no races lost We don't bet we just take
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