Lyrics:
Here is a strange and bitter crop
to pray my crops would fail
Now I'm a hunted fugitive with just two ways
Outrun the law or spend my life in jail.
I'd like to settle down but they won't
an electric shock
I am known to do the wop
Also known for the Flintstone Flop
Tammy D gets biz on the crops
Beastie Boys known to let the beat
Mmm, drop!
gettin' my dick rode all night
I want to have me a phat yacht
And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops
But for now it's just a big dream
'Cause
daughter at the oasis
And I'm beginning to blister
A Chevrolet just made steam
Your crop is laying foul
My grass skirt's lost it's green
I'm alive,
Aw, who's the queen of the locker room?
Who's the cream of the crop?
Poor Joey took her to the matinee
Said, "God, she wouldn't stop!"
Holy
up
Lord, I need that little woman like the crops need the rain
She's my honeycomb and I'm her sugar cane
We really fit together if you know what
bye, bye, bye
Bye bye Johnny
Good bye Johnny B. Goode
She remembered taking money out from gathering crop
And buying Johnny's guitar at a broker
Lord
And it can't kill me
That old landlord got my homestead,
But he can't get me, Lord,
And he can't get me
That old dry spell killed my crop
crops I lay into the banker's store
My wife took down and died upon the cabin floor
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore
I mined in your
spring comes by raindrops
Reminds us of youthful days.
But now it's not rain that water the cane crops,
But the sweat from man's brow;
The substance
worked hard over here, made all of that money, 800
Dollars.
After caring for his crop, he called his cousin in
Chicago,
And he said, "Cousin, I'm
Skies ain't gonna cloud no more
The crops ain't gonna fail
Caught a blue bird by the toe
A rainbow by the tail
A certain man with eyes that shine
bye
Bye, bye, bye, bye
Bye bye Johnny
Good bye Johnny B. Goode
She remembered taking money out from gathering crop
And buying Johnny's guitar
be in the shade
Plus the spotlight, gettin' my dick rode all night
I want to have me a phat yacht
And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops
comes to like taking charge
Get props for where they do and stop frontin' on tar
Gotta go for what you know to be the cream of the crop
With the power
daughter at the oasis
And I'm beginning to blister
A Chevrolet just made steam
Your crop is laying foul
My grass skirt's lost it's green
I'm alive,
used to pray my crops would fail
Now I'm a hunted fugitive with just two ways
Outrun the law or spend my life in jail
I'd like to settle down but
watched
A hailstorm a beatin' our crops to the ground
And I've gone to bed hungry many nights as a lad
In the good old days when times were bad
I've seen
niggaz don't show this
But I don't give a fuck, I'ma make my snaps
If not from the records, from jackin' the crops
Just like burglary, the definition is
and Glynis are sorts
I'll agree are three jolly good sports
But cream of the crop, tip of the top
It's Mary Poppins, and there we stop!
a jolly banker, jolly banker am I.
When dust storms are sailing, and crops they are failing,
I'm a Jolly banker, Jolly banker am I.
I check up your
man took my home and drove me from my door
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.
Was a-farmin' on the shares, and always I was poor;
My crops
up
Lord, I need that little woman like the crops need the rain
She's my honeycomb and I'm her sugar cane
We really fit together if you know what
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