Lyrics:
baby,
In an hour's time.
I'm a man,
I spell M-A-N, man.
I goin' back down,
To Kansas to
Bring back the second cousin,
Little John
baby,
In an hour's time.
I'm a man,
I spell M-A-N, man.
I goin' back down,
To Kansas to
Bring back the second cousin,
Little John
The line I shoot will never miss
When I make love to a woman,
She can't resist
I think I go down,
To old Kansas Stew
I'm gonna bring back my second
Boston, Kansas City
We got New Orleans and a doo wa diddy
Yeah, I'm going to Memphis where the beat is tough
Memphis, I can't get enough
It makes you
talk from Kansas City
Her words were sweet like wine
She bought him diamonds and limousines
She stole that man o' mine
When night comes
from Cleveland handsome Ted
Jack's home is Kansas City and there's Fresno Red
Truck driver's sweetheart
Quarter for the jukebox and coffee for
home
Sweetenin' water, cherry wine
Thank you kindly, suits me fine
Kansas City, Caroline
That's my honeycomb
'Cause any place I hang my hat is
to
Cinnicinnati (Ohio) to D.C. (North Carolina, South Carolina) fuckin
Baton Rouge (Oklahoma) Mississippi (Kansas City) Lafayette (Georgia,
Seattle, Washington)
still a little rambling round
Running through my veins
From the Blue Ridge Smoky Mountains
On L&N's old rails
To the Kansas City Southern
Sleepin' with
and told, I should've merked to Kansas
Got popped for a murder attempt
Knock me on D-Block when I was burnin' the hemp
Had a brick in the stash
Hope they
I was born in November, eight day 1971st y'all,
nine o'clock in the mornin', a Christian girl in Kansas City gave birth y'all,
She taught the kid
stays on this bus
Wassup?
It's me, Caribou Lou again
(Tech N9ne!) Kansas City, fuckin' hooligan
If you think you cool and true Then doing the fool
how they seem so close
I feel your body it's moving breathing
Kansas Index
The Sky Is Falling
The lottery winner thinks forever
Is something she can
And the road gets harder with flow spits
'Cause we represent that Kansas City, MO, shit
Double doses, Tech Kalikosis
But ran into a duo that's
Diggidee Das and nigga the EPMD again
Ask the mildest skill, we built to puff trees and with ya now Hit
Squad, Kansas
The Diggidee suck D's, all my
on the canvas
So click your heels twice and take your ass back to Kansas
Close your eyes, can you see me
Rollin' down the Rocky Mountains?
Movin' like the wind that sweeps the Kansas plains
I know you're with me as I make
bootie blacks and blonds
Ronnz from Berlin all the way
To Don Juan's
Kansas City's me front lawn
One man beyond bomb
Come with crazy shit
Get your ass
And they comin back nigga!
Jeah! Nigga
Like I said, me and Don Juan
Best motherfuckin rapper, best motherfuckin producer
Globally, in Kansas City wherever
Close your eyes, can you see me rollin' down the Rocky Mountains
Movin' like the wind that sweeps the Kansas plains I know you're with me
As I make
I was raised by an Indian warrior way out on some Kansas plain
I guess that's why they call me red skin cause no one ever knew my name
No one ever
brain
This life
Full of money bitches weed and riches
Kansas City niggas grind it
Cook it up in the kitchen
Pay attention to the corner nigga
home
Sweetenin' water, cherry wine
Thank you kindly, suits me fine
Kansas City, Caroline
That's my honeycomb
'Cause any place I hang my hat is
occupation so scandlesss
We stopped the hatin', no chances
When I rock the nation so Danzig
I'm killing all these niggas
Operation Code Kansas
Strange
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