Lyrics:
Aye, aye, Spazz cuttin up
all about my pay
Aye, UH, UH
All about my paper but my momma raised a gangsta
She told me get it in, they gon' love you
I's raised
Way out in the boondocks
I'm from
Somewhere you never heard of
I'm just a redneck, good ol boy
Pickin' a six string
You can find me, still
you, yes, a me fi tell you
Yeah, I was born amongst the poor
I was raised amongst the poor
When I look at life and today is more
Tell myself so me
platform
You better, you better go
Crucify that flesh daily, can't be drinkin' milk at eighty
Let demons die, it was Jesus, not the church who raised me
mine
I've got your eyes, and I've got your skin
I can feel your marrow in my ribs
She'd be so different without all that you've taught her
I was raised
the way you are raised, (yeah)
See time, nobody's tells challenge you will face, (wow)
Left to learn from those who have your interest, (yeah)
You have
"Man, these here ain't ordinary women
We call these grits
She's a product of being raised in the country
She knows her roots and works hard for her
Pussy lips, contraband for chips, sold all kinds of shit
Hoover Crip, guns on fingertips, switched all kinda clips
50 raised, since my county days,
No, it ain't the only way
Ooh
Wouldn't changed the way I's raised
I was raised on John Deere Green, 3:16
Cut a little grass for some gasoline
rock and roll
I was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soul
Every day when I got home I turned on my radio
Listening to the music that my idols
Demonstrate I was
Raised from the start
By a priest and
the maid on the part.
Still know what
to wear on my back:
Michigan!
Ponshewaing!
weekend
This country girl
What you get is what you see
Cause I was raised back country
In the woods and the creeks
I was raised back country
Where the blood
you
the blood who raised you
the blood who raised you up
sister celebrate
sister celebrate you
mother celebrate
mother celebrate you
family BLOOD
spend my time
stuck online
yeah I was
raised by the internet
I can't run
I can't hide
yeah I've seen things that I can't forget
in the digital Wild
(Highway killed the village)
(Highway killed fashion, killed fashion)
Ooh, (I was raised) I was raised (By the milliner) by the milliner
years and then
He must have gone insane
You're the only hell
You're mama ever raised
She tried ot tell you
But you got to do things your own way
and hand shake are all you need
Folks know if they're falling on hard times
They can fall back on
Those of us raised up down home
In the corner
and joy
Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on
Love is just the way to live and die
Gold is just a windy Kansas wheat field
And blue is
just the thing that he was raised on
Love is just the way to live and die
Gold is just a windy Kansas wheat field
And blue is just a Kansas summer sky
raised by my papi though, papi though
Shake ya stick
[Bizzy Bone]
In the strip club lookin for a humble young, thang
With a roll of cash money,
ain't worried 'bout 'em
My only goal is to keep courage and to make it off the bottom
Oh, I was raised by the Chinese store
Even though I ain't Chinese
18, just like momma made me
Keep it 18, that's how my uncle raised me
I'm on 18, always on 18
1800, born on the same street
I'm so 18, just like momma
close
And I'm not how you hoped
Forgive my northern attitude
Oh, I was raised out in the cold
If the sun don't rise
'Til the summertime
Forgive my
aim and bang
Show the world what it means to be born and raised
In the home of the 'Canes that's the county of Dade
Well they used to shoot straight
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