Lyrics:
that follow me
Back to the Soul Shack with packs of rap colonies
Max that, Foreign Objects is mad abstract, make Shadrach
Offender want to go like
niggas up to them IV's
The same way Dre hooked me up to Iovine
I'm from the gutter, grew up in public housing
On the same block with a shack like Yao Ming
that follow me
Back to the Soul Shack with packs of rap colonies
Max that, Foreign Objects is mad abstract, make Shadrach
Offender want to go like
back rubs in the bathtub, got me cleaning my act up
I'm ready to shack up, now that's love
Nobody can love you like me boy
I'll promise to be your
land would know
I hear the birds make music fit for angels
And watch the rivers laughing
As they flow
And then into a humble shack I wander
My
riding
Billy went hiding down south
Holed up in a shack with Maria
With the black hair and the ruby red mouth
Oh, the secret to a long life's knowing
the back of a derelict shack
Ain't looking for a mad showdown
But he was smart, he'd already checked
A week in advance I'd paid down
Well, the hotel
the country
Get a touch of the boom
Go back to your shack or your hotel room
Call Mom and Pop says
I'll be home soon
Hanging with the Marleys all afternoon
I remember, wasn't so long ago
We had a one room shack and the livin' was low
And my Mama by herself raised me and my bro
Wasn't easy, but we did it
In a vine covered shack in the mountains bravely fighting the battle of time
There's a dear one who's weathered life's sorrow it's that silver
It's only a shanty
in old Shanty Town
the roof is so slanty it touches the ground.
But my tumbled down shack by an old railroad track,
like
a weekend alone together
Drive out to Binky's place
The sugar shack in Pennsylvania
Or would that be a federal case?
We'll take the Big Red,
I remember, wasn't so long ago
We had a one room shack and the livin' was low
And my mama by herself raised me and my bro
Wasn't easy, but we did
Right away from Holloway
I said "Mum, this isn't a holiday
Listen up, I ain't coming back
'Til I can fill the shack up with all gold plaques"
still not gonna back-up
Gonna paint my little shack up
I'll tell her if she wants it, well it's hers
Chicka-boom, chicka-rack
Chicka-boom,
Just a one room shack By the Santa Fe track
It's an old lick of earth
That's screamin' for a drop of rain
And there's a time for work
And a time
In a lonely shack by a railroad track
I spent my younger days
And I guess the sound of the outward bound
Made me a slave to my wand'ring ways
Rock and roller steam, pulp and paper shack
Wrinkles on my head, people on my back
All going nowhere, never coming back
Got to be rich to be poor
talk?
Course not, I'm big like horse nut
Under pressure I don't sweat like my pores shut
I'm from the ten shacks where mishaps
Get fix fast by
the water in a shack that's made of wood
And the bankers need to huddle so they need some extra room
We will find us somewhere better; there's enough for
Johnny was grown in a twisted broken down one room shack in-a the ghetto
The going was tough and the ditch of survival was getting steep in-a
in this old shack
I'm tellin' you babe
I've had enough
Without your kisses honey
It gets too rough
Who got our love
[Chorus:]
Who got
Childhood part of my life, it wasn't very pretty.
You see, I was born and raised in the slums of the city,
It was a one room shack that slept ten
shack by some old railroad track
So I can hear them motors whine
So I can hear them motors whine
Blow whistle, hear them steel rails humming
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