Lyrics:
grandpa's style, I'ma take your grandpa's style
No, for real, ask your grandpa, can I have his hand-me-downs? (Thank you)
Velour jumpsuit and some house
An' they all say he looks so natural
But all I see's a cold dark hole
I won't commit this day to memory
That ain't the Grandpa that I know
That
Redman tobacco, Grandpa's two cents,
Old timers, "there in a pinch",
I'm a fan of it, old shit
Splittin logs, smokin hogs
Feedin leftovers
the wolf who made a widower of grandpa
Yo, must I flex my cash to sex yo' ass?
I wet the Ave when I set my path
The 'Vette don't crash, I'm built
My Grandpa farmed for a livin',
Content to live the simpler kind of life.
My Grandma worked in the kitchen,
Awfully proud to be that farmer's
picking on me.
I put some sand in my grandpa's tobacco
And he frowned at me all day
Then I hid his pipe 'cause it smells when he smokes it
He
Grandpa was a jack of all trades he was a master of none
At the end of the day he'd find a way to get it done
He built a doll house for Mama a dream
Five kids down five kids down, come on grandpa come on left right come grandpa it's a full fight you can take him you can take him come on grandpa
Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas eve
You can say there's no such thing as Santa
But as for me and grandpa we
and Grandpa, we believe
She'd been drinking too much egg nog,
And we'd begged her not to go (don't go grandma!)
But she forgot her medication,
And she
Grandpa Didn't Like Much Of Nothing
Ghosts glide in my dreams
Softly float around my bed ghosts
Your shadows clustered about my sleepy head
Solemnly I evoke the dead
Grandpa, grandma,
Grandpa's house
Then a blizzard blew in and the car broke down
So, we shared a quart of eggnog at a truck stop
And I said, "Kids, this is unfortunate
the mistletoe
Grandpa's had a touch of Christmas cheer
Grandma's just pretending that she dosen't know
'Cause it's that very special time of year
Merry, merry,
the wolf who made a widower of grandpa
Yo, must I flex my cash to sex yo' ass?
I wet the Ave when I set my path
The 'Vette don't crash, I'm built
livin' next to ya home
(BLAW, That's right, yeah)
Motherfuckin' grandpa old, nigga, it's on
(Old motherfucker)
Lethal Interjection versus one old nigga
He
ring right off the night stand, people
You know, she went and put my grandpa's watch in the pawn
She took my gold diamond ring off the night stand,
Grandpa
Tell me 'bout the good old days
Sometimes it feels like
This world's gone crazy
And Grandpa
Take me back to yesterday
When the line between
First make a hole
Grandpa says
And pop in a seed
Water it well Grandpa says
And that's all you need
First make a hole Peppa says
And pop in a seed
Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days
Sometimes it feels like this world's gone crazy
Grandpa, take me back to yesterday
When the line between
Uno, dos, tres, quatros
When you fucked grandpa
Did he tell you that he loved you?
Did he hold you 'til the sun did rise
And did he look into
you,
remember I loved you,
by every little piece of your heart.
I’d kiss every single scar
if I was enough for you,
but I’m a kid in his grandpa’s
seconds 'til
Entire street ends up in rubble
83 year old grandpas are dying
Don't you pop the bubble
Everybody's got a deathwish
All only a matter of time
Grandpa played some very fine fiddle
But he’s grown old now and his hands are brittle
So Grandpa sits in the kitchen and diddles
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