Lyrics:
Matter of fact, he hasn't hugged, kissed, or touched any of his grandchildren
And they haven't been able to touch they grandfather
Even though it is not
Cyrus Jones 1810 to 1913
Made his great grandchildren believe
he could live to a 103
A hundred and three is forever when you're just a little kid
Every summer we can rent a cottage on the
Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera, Chuck,
Cyrus Jones 1810 to 1913
Made his great grandchildren believe
You could live to a hundred and three
A hundred and three is forever when you're just
terry and your grandchildren
Think of Edward who's still at college
You send him letters which he doesn't acknowledge
cause he don't care
They don't
Every summer we can rent a cottage in the Isle of Wight if it's not to dear.
We shall scrimp and save.
Ah, grandchildren on your knee, Vera, Chuck,
letters in the sand
For the day I take your hand
In the land that our grandchildren knew
Don't you hear my call though you're many years away
Don't you
Cyrus Jones 1810 to 1913
Made his great grandchildren believe
You could live to a hundred and three
A hundred and three is forever when you're just
Every summer we can rent a cottage,
In the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera Chuck &
Heaven, heaven is being pops
Heaven is spending the day with your grandchildren
Listenin' to they voices when and they laughing and play
And then
William and Rose sit on the settee
Wearing clothes from another day
They sit close together two halves of a whole
Watching the grandchildren
William and Rose sit on the settee Wearing clothes from another day They sit close together two halves of a whole Watching the grandchildren play
man got shot in the parking lot
In front of my building I
Hang with his grandchildren
And for the nigga that pulled the
Trigger then tried to slide
grandchildren
Put it on files document it in the books
You niggas can't see me so
Cease the hard looks i'll rather it get took
Live and die for rhymes, dedicated
and
Grandchildren have to live here
Too i suspect that when the limit's of
Strontium 90 in the atmosphere get
Really dangerous
Scientists in both camps will persuade
done, you lived through you sons and your grandchildren
Jesus finally got his bride, mommy dance with em
And you've been my guide threw all the trouble
fuck that shit, the jailhouse ain't for me
I got places to go, and people to see
Want to make millions, and live to see my grandchildren
That's
would leave
[Chorus]
[Nas]
Nigga what you think I'ma stop building
I'ma stop feeling like I'm Amistad's great great grandchildren
How I'm not
something, I have his grandchildren
That's gonna be wonderful for me
But there's one line I've got to leave with you
Merry Christmas to kids from 1 to 92
up rich is a great feeling
Couple million stashed for my grandchildren
Just hand counted me a coupe half million
Up on 'em
Pull up on 'em
Like a bird
you get there'| |Verse: Sixty years and eight grandchildren later| He says, ‘It looks like my time is getting close| You know I'm not afraid
strong
S-H-A-B-A-L-A-L-A will live on
If only you were here Gran you'd see what we've done
You'd have been so proud of your grandchildren
Yet hard this
sixty-four.
Every summer we can rent a cottage,
In the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera
sixty-four.
Every summer we can rent a cottage,
In the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera,
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