Lyrics:
Sons of the Pioneers & Roy Rogers
When evening chores are over at the ranch house on the plains
And all I have to do is lay around,
I saddle up my
of the pioneers (we are the sons of pioneers)
The day has come, our fate is clear
We're the sons of the pioneers
Sons of the pioneers (sons of the pioneers
it down for Sean P, he control the crooks
You my muslim brother, and my other brother
Like my mother's son, see you in heaven brother
Real artists
It's a boy, Mrs. Walker, it's a boy
It's a boy, Mrs. Walker, it's a boy
A son
A son
A son
It's a boy, Mrs. Walker, it's a boy
It's a boy, Mrs. Walker, it's a boy
A son
A son
A son
kept alive by the Sons of The Pioneers
Like that young cowboy from old Montana got boots and spurs and a black bandana
He rides the wild prairie rounding
Sons of the Pioneers & Roy Rogers
Ole Faithful, we rode the range together
Ole Faithful, in ev'ry kind of weather
When your round up days are over
Sons of the pioneers & Roy Rogers
You and me in the arms of the twilight on the trail
Making camp along the way
You and me in the arms
I gaze at Your moon and Your stars
Mounted like jewels in their setting
I know You are the fascinating artist who fashioned it all
When I look up
And you don't quit
Yeah, pioneers one time (one time, two times)
Yeah, erick sermon boy
Yeah, we rap, where you at? (Mic check)
"Check this
and wagon train
Old Doc McPheeters crossed the plains
And told his son
Keep moving on there's gold in old California
Go westward ho
Young Jaimie-O and you'll
the crown of thorns
She should have been a son
She should have been a son
She should have been a son
She should have been a son
She should have stood
the crown of thorns
She should have been a son
She should have been a son
She should have been a son
She should have been a son
She should have stood
day dark is illuminated
God's mistake altered and uncreated
Wrong's made right left to the jungle pioneer
See in the field my little son
No son of mine will ever do
The work of villains, the will of fools
If you believe it, it must be true
No son of mine, no son of mine
No son
illuminated
God's mistake altered and uncreated
Wrong's made right, left to the jungle pioneer
See in the field my little son and daughter
Not long ago that
at all
Even though the air is calm
There's something here it's something warm
Something cuts and scars inside tonight
Sons of pioneers are hungry
je l'avoue et sans peur,
Oui messire, j'ai vol? son coeur
Au fond des prisons du roy
O mon amour je viens vers toi!
Tout au fond des prisons du roy
Here they stand brothers them all
All the sons divided they'd fall
Here await the birth of the son
The seventh, the heavenly, the chosen one
fearsome, HERE SON
and remember your rap career's done
Finally, a change from these fake rap artists
[Rick] Me and Nas bring it to your hardest
Here they stand brothers them all
All the sons divided they'd fall
Here await the birth of the son
The seventh, the heavenly, the chosen one
Brown with his fist tossed
I fluctuate through vocals likе Prince Rogers
Who evеr thought a billionaire
Come out of Compton?
Multiply simple logic, you
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