Lyrics:
on and blow it rurals, its mine, knew a crew one time
'89, they took work to Caroline and blew big time
In just two years, they crew disappear
Snitches
time is money ticking out here on this rural route
Can't take it with you when you go
So I'm all about the sun up to sundown
Just tryna be the Warren
There's an old rural route two lane
Take it out past where the radio just can't
Past the river bridge with a rope swing
And a mailbox painted all
Well I left my home down on the rural route
I told my paw I'm going steppin' out and get the
Honky tonk blues,
Yeah the honky tonk blues
Well
Well, I left my home down on the rural route
I told my paw I'm going steppin' out
And get the honky-tonk blues
Yeah, the honky-tonk blues
Well, lord,
I'm sitting on an embankment on a highway going through rural Georgia
And there was a dead wild cat and a bottle of beer that had been
That had
surgeon
Big up mi girls dem rural and urban
In a Italy and near a inna Persian
As a boss mi affi shout out world-one
Hold strong youth like yuh have a third
and extend.
Peace to all it's the plural oral b the
Urban rural publicity afrocentricity
Satellites coincide unifying it's time.
To climb avidly apparently
I'm Chicago like some harolds
I will borrow from the burrows, show tomorrow to the world
Place the urban and the rural, make the wall into a Mural
Well I left my home down on the rural route
Told my pa I was going stepping out
And get the honky tonk blues
Yeah, the honky tonk blues
And oh,
Bull's got the game full
So he move to a rural area to keep cool
He snitchin on a snitch now, there's nothin to tell
Nowadays, your circles should be
Swishers, plural
Almighty Glroyus get love in hood suburban rural
Blowin hay in the middle of the barn? and shit
Spreadin' love no startin' shit
finish it
My baby puts her hairspray on
With a lit cigarette in her mouth
Takes her fingernail polish off
Speedin' down some rural route
Got a carburetor
market us urban, won't market us rural
Drinkin' moonshine till we drunk and seein' plural
Small town livin' and we don't give a damn
If yo Hollywood
Well, I left my home down on the rural route
I told my paw, "I'm going steppin' out
And get the honky tonk blues", yeah, the honky tonk blues
Well
The Rural South, as described by Jean Toomer
At the turn of the century
Was the inspiration for
This song about two of
It's characters this is
About
night time
Mi Capricorn, you Leo what a love sign
Mi girl dem inna di country
Otherwise known as the rural
Mi love yuh inna singular love yuh inna
market us urban, won't market us rural
Drinkin' moonshine till we drunk and seein' plural
Small town livin' and we don't give a damn
If yo Hollywood
Bull's got the game full
So he move to a rural area to keep cool
He snitchin on a snitch now, there's nothin to tell
Nowadays, your circles should be
We're scattered out
On rural routes everywhere
From California to the Carolines
Flag wavin', Jesus prayin'
Mama lovin', don't care
Redneck, white
acaba,em recolhimento de ossada
como higienização social
Como morador de rua
inalando Monóxido
zona rural pulverizada
pelo agrotóxico
Pra uma á 4
Black unity
Thick and curvy sisters, skinny misters its you and me
First to represent rap in melody man we true indeed
Videos from the rural south
We're scattered out
On rural routes everywhere
From California to the Carolines
Flag wavin', Jesus prayin'
Mama lovin', don't care
Redneck, white
again
On FOX commentary
Estranged fruit
Estranged fruit
Estranged fruit
Estranged fruit
The Christian right and rural white
Needs someone
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