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A piece of my childhood it'll never be forgotten
It was just an old plywood boat
With a '75 Johnson with electric choke
A young boy, two hands
The old rocker wore his hair too long
Wore his trouser cuffs too tight
Unfashionable to the end drank his ale too light
Death's head belts
Shouts to the gang
Shouts out to my old hoes
See i usely be with a gang of niggaz
But today ima do it by myself
I count it all by myself
I can hit
Quick mud with some Marlboro lights
Waitin' on a old timer by the name of Joe
For a few bucks and some old crow
He'd tow, hell on the gears but good
Talk to me man
This ya boy Young Hova, yo turn the motherfucking noise up
We'll get right into the proceedings this evening
Headphones are
Talk to me man
This ya boy Young Hova, yo turn the motherfucking noise up
We'll get right into the proceedings this evening
Headphones are
Bridget McGinn.
Turned Papist himself and forsook the old cause
That gave us our freedom, religion and laws.
Now, boys of the townland made some noise
Uh, alright (Ya dig?)
Old, oh before my time
Old, oh before my time
Now look, I'm the greatest
They like "what the hell happened"?
Devilishly
me about my litle sign
Of course they knew where I got the name
Cause I told 'em about that little boy of mine
And how his first word about that old
boys I hate to disagree
But if a bus load of women, really good looking women
Just suddenly pulled in here
Old Joe T. Garcia showed up with fajitas
Boy! It's the same militia
Oliver Boy! Just the clothes are different
Oliver Boy! It's the same old story
Where there's blood there's death not glory
friends I don't seek
And money ain't about shit
Except for old greed
And I don't need a mansion
By a big white beach
Gimme a fuckin' double wide
By
The pain in my heart is getting dosed by joy (what?)
We have no other boy but to bring the B-boy (uh, uh, uh)
There's nothin' on this earth that can
boy
I'm rippin' up a Rag Doll
Like throwin' away an old toy
Some babe's talkin' real loud
Talkin' all about the new crowd
Try and tell me of an old
The old rocker wore his hair too long
Wore his trouser cuffs too tight
Unfashionable to the end drank his ale too light
Death's head belts
"Come with me, Father." He
Grabs his father by one hand. The father
Gets the magic wand, the boy gets the
Ukelele. They run across the field. People
truck I drove;
I was so proud I could hardly wait
To get home and show my wife and little boy;
And my little boy was so excited,
Like when he saw his
I could hardly wait to get home to show my wife and my little boy
And my little boy was so excited like so when he saw his first snow
He wasn't old
Psychopathic, but the hoes are attracted
Because when I'm on hard, my dick's at least a yard
In the days of old, I was a nut
Now I need at least 3 hoes when I
And make that noise
I said I'ma be that boy, be that boy
Reclaim my joy
Everything that shine ain't g-o-o-old
I learned that the hard way , that the world
your home boys
Go and call your boys
Sweet girl turning to boot licker for free liquor
Oh girl thinking the lipstick make her lips thicker
Old friend
Talk to me man
This ya boy Young Hova, yo turn the motherfucking noise up
We'll get right into the proceedings this evening
Headphones are
You lil n*****
You on’t really want no
Noise wit us
You o’nt want me
Have to go and call
My boys n****
You lil n*****
You on’t really want no war
Wit
The songs of the wars are as old as the hills
They cling like the rust on the cold steel that kills
They tell of the boys who went down
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