Lyrics:
Tammy Wynette & George Jones
(Glenn Martin)
Broken down apartment rooms
Paper plates and plastic spoons
Honey, those were the good times.
Twenty
Central Park was a thrivin' black town
Yo, Chuck, I'm fightin' the power right now
Thank you, Flav and P-E, puttin' it down
Puttin' your life on the line
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Justice, George Floyd na get no Justice, no
Justice, Sandra Bland na get
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Justice, George Floyd na get no Justice, no
Justice, Sandra Bland na get
and the hippies, same ones smokin' since the 60's
Everybody yellin' gimme, gimme
Every nigga in the hood, one hand on his jimmy
Other hand grip the semi, come
on the left. he is the guy that is making me do all this shit. right over there. now all through this movie, every time we've been on s
I've had to look over in
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Hit the floor
Bass and drums
It's time for fun
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Left right left right
Left right left right
Left left left left
Right left
burst
And the lavatory makes you fear the worst,
It was used by Charles the First
Quite informally,
And later by George the Fourth
On a journey
tell me that he's wicked
Farrakhan comes you can't seem to buy a ticket
And check what my man has to say
Right or wrong, don't you think that he
(George Jones)
« © '63 Glad Music »
Well here I stand on this high ground
Looking out over this great big town
Searching for love that didn't
the market's
Swiftly move to mark it show the world W.H.O the mark is
I'm similar to where started
I mean Ive got a Woo hand
First reports it's not spread by
of hoes I got the prettiest
Her thigh on my right while my left hand just stearing in it
Ayy I'm in the back of the Tahoe
Feeling like I'ma fly ayy
You know
I left the South
And learned how different people's perceptions
Of the Southern Thing was from what I'd seen in
My life Which leads us to George
said she missed her flight that evening
She never left, she wasn't at the fight you speakin
That's vegas this is new york you bugin
I held up my hand
Though hell should bar the way"
He rose up right in the stirrups
He scarce could reach her hand
But she loosened her hair in the casement
His face
George Jones & Tammy Wynette
Ain't love been good to us, ain't it been good
It's given us happiness and we're knockin' on wood
We're livin' in
Right Hand Man
Let me use your toothbrush
Have you got a clean shirt?
My panties in a wad
At the bottom of my purse
I walk into the street
The air's so
elementary
Repetition, that's the definition
I'm a Hot Boy under air conditionin'
Shoot the gun with the left arm limpin'
George Jefferson in all seven
see that booty work, booty work, booty boo boo booty work
Booty work, booty work, boo boo boo boo booty work
Go 'head, (left cheek, left, right
little dog right in your lap
I have become a little sad and I called up my old dad
He said son you just woke me from my nap
I told him you had left me
He
you by my side
George Straits on the radio
I got a cold beer in my hand
I can't wait to be your man
Seeing you by the fire light
Well, I may be wrong
on that Peter Pan
Paranoia, weeded damn, damn, but we the man
Proceed to jam, call us if you need a hand
Call us if you need some grams, (Jim Jones) Cesar
on that Peter Pan
Paranoia, weeded damn, damn, but we the man
Proceed to jam, call us if you need a hand
Call us if you need some grams, (Jim Jones) Cesar
on
To some
George Jones George Strait Tracy Lawrence
And Ol' Hank
Naw they ain't just bad to the bone
They're Badass
Hell yes
I just call it like I see it I
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