Lyrics:
If you don't do 35
Don't give no lip to Buford
Or he might just dot your eye
And when your at the courthouse
Before judge mcCall
You'd best not
Oh, oh, oh, oh
See you at the courthouse tomorrow
Gonna be some dark days to follow
Gonna tell me what I know, I know
Fucking right, I steal,
the courthouse, DMX signed autographs with a sketch artist over the face
As well as the fans caught off guard
By this star's appearances
My baby motha be
on the corner
Fifty niggas we mob
With choppers like, "Fuck the coppers"
Guttin' them helicopters
They wanna lock us in boxes
Courthouses and teleprompters
niggas we mob
With choppers like fuck the coppers
Duckin' them helicopters
They wanna lock us in boxes
Courthouses and teleprompters
They jealous my
feeling but I still live in the A homeboy, I'm here for that
When I walk on the courthouse judge feel the case out, definitely here for that
Y'know when
he did stand
But as he walked down the courthouse steps
Billy said "My friend, you're a dead man"
One late summer night Le stood watch along
thing judge, old buddy, old pal"
"If you wasn't wearin' that black robe I'd take out in back of this courthouse
>>>>"And I'd try a little bit of your
your way back home
To be there in the morning
Would fill my heart with joy
See the courthouse
Feel the sunshine
Down in Paris, Illinois
at the courthouse
And white lightning's still the biggest thrill of all
Leather boots are still in style for manly foot wear
Beads and Roman sandals won't be
dirty floor so the kids can eat,
five christmas now mi don't drink nuh sorrel
Landlord and mamma deh a courthouse a quarrell
Chin a send a cris
make it
Without you
My mind is a courthouse
My soul is a jail
My life is on death row
'Cause you are not there
I need a pardon
I can't stand
make it
Without you
My mind is a courthouse
My soul is a jail
My life is on death row
'Cause you are not there
I need a pardon
I can't stand
It was the night before Christmas
When all through the house
Everybody was stoned, even the mouse
Man from the courthouse and me from jail
I just
knotted in the front like 2Pac alive
Walkin out the courthouse spittin on the camera guy
I bang (Thug Life), but this ain't Death Row
This some gangster
Early on the evening, just about suppertime
Over by the courthouse, they're startin' to unwind
Poor kids on the corner tryin' to bring you up
The Laird is arriving
He ran to the east
He stood in the courthouse
Pleading his case
His crime was a passion
An aching for peace
And he´s
The worlds got some plans for me Courthouse, jails and factories Black and whites on the street For me for me I see my place in American waste Faced
the city's growing up where it looks all square
Like a crossword puzzle on the landscape
It looks like an electric shaver now
Where the courthouse used
Early in the evenin' just about supper time
Over by the courthouse they're starting to unwind
Four kids on the corner trying to bring you up
Willy
The flag is flying high over the courthouse
The wheels of justice never stood a chance
The judge is down at charlies on his lunch hour
Checking out
those among us, who want to push him out,
And erase his name from everything, this country's all about,
From the schoolhouse to the courthouse, they're
I keep the books at the country courthouse
And answer phones of every kind from coast to coast
Help keep the astronauts in space with complicated
at the courthouse
And white lightning's still the biggest thrill of all
Leather boots are still in style for manly footwear
Beads and Roman sandals won't be seen
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