Lyrics:
the old folk home
Come on and go home with me mama
Mama. I am not riding in a long limousine
My car is not much good
But I got a good seat right by there
on the quayside
With the other fisher folk
They told me they were Alchemists
Back in the days of old
Travelling Scotland's herring towns
Turning silver into gold
still be all good
Making big bucks, spending dough on a mansion
Lap of luxury, comodo for this dragon
Toucan play at the rap game
I'm always pushing
the rap by rattin' on some cats that mack
He said, "Hey, I know i'm dangerous, but it sure beats Riker's"
yo, the next day my man got wacked by the same
Boom, kack, base coat Shellac
Ooo, it's phat, I like asses that go clap
Boom, kack, clap and I clap back
Face, pat, look so good they feelin'
the candle at both ends, I miss the good old days
I can't wait to get home again, to my back porch where I can play
To my back porch where I can play…
Back
Vicks old breeder
Aye Grand Finale we gave em Gimmie the Loot
LO and Eddie came through, Rock Paper Scissor said shoot
We got cocky gave em Head
many times
Though nothing new is on
All the old shit is still there so
I just have to be different and mature
From what everybody say so
I'm stoned, I'm
back in time
To the days I was a truant wouldn't bottle it inside
I didn't have a lot pen and jotter by my side
Stayed in unison like classical ballet
but would come in the room
The pic look good when you stuck in the zoom, the old time shop had to shut it & move
Ja at the table, the Dudley dudes, baby
good she do it fast but look I do it better
Falling off no I could never
It's a good day you can tell by the weather
Oh you was having a good day
But I
Fisher or Boris Yeltsin's daughter
Or her finance's sixteen year old beer drunk brother
With his braided goatee with his whole like a thunder cloud
rocking Versace
Eddie Ramierez's cousin George, and my old friend Sashi
Chris from the block, and all my niggaz stuck in a cell
Paul Wolfowitz, motherfucker
Port Orchard, dirt trails in the woods
Up to no good? Nah, you were far from the hood
You got jokes though
But your mind's getting slow
Next stop
Old
in the valley
Nothing's able to grow
'Cause the light's too low
Folks spend their days
Digging 'round for diamonds and gold
'Til they just get old
Burnouts, endos, doughnuts
It might be small but it's ridden by grown-ups
Like Maradona with the Hand Of God
Cruising up Bristol with my mates in a quad
Put
great
Won't this be fun?
With dear old friends
Utterly sincere old friends
Honey, break a leg
Madame, good day
Enjoy your stay
Hope it extends
around the block
Niggaz know I got it to got it you know I got it good,
Bitches know I got it to got it you know I got it good,
Written by: Daniel Ware
on a narco rap
He beat the rap by rattin' on some bikers
He said, hey, I know it's dangerous,
But it sure beats Riker's
But the next day he got offed
By
now
To the good old Lord
"I'ma make it some day some how" what you telling yourself
But you ain't focused on whats important: mentality, health
the tide turns when the pupil's now the teacher
The game can't go by just followin' the leaders
You gotta be better than the ones who precede ya, yeah
old days
The good old days
Oh, I remember it well
So many stories to tell
Of the good old days
The good old days
We woke up by the morning sun
Threw
night
I'm lookin' at you now
Finding answers to my prayers
It's a new day for those good old dreams
One by one it seems they're comin' true
Here's
night
I'm lookin' at you now
Finding answers to my prayers
It's a new day for those good old dreams
One by one it seems they're comin' true
Here's
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