Lyrics:
There's a track winding back to an old fashioned shack
Along the road to Gundagai
Where the blue gums are growing, the Murrumbidgee's flowing
punched on meat in a rickety shack
He was sippin’ on wine and havin’ models rub his back
At the weigh-in, boy the tension was high
Me and Rock toe to toe
In a vine covered shack in the mountains
Bravely fighting the battle of time
Is a dear one who's weathered my sorrows
'Tis that silver haired daddy
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
cryin'
"Got no coal to heat the shack"
But the banks are made of marble
with a guard at every door
and the vaults are stuffed with silver
that
Just a little bit south of North Carolina,
That's where I long to be;
In that little brown shack in South Carolina,
Someone waits for me.
In
wraps
Big stacks from the back of the shack
I buy the weed man
Hella turkey bags just to put my weed in
Oh, we gettin' Chalupa
Wrapped cheese in a rubber
All I want to do is get paid back
For all that time I spent in the back
Livin' in shacks fillin' up sacks of cotton
Now it's what we fought
drink Vodka 180 proof
I'm back in the shack, lay flat on my back
Two choices, sell rap or sell crack
Chose sell rap, but watch my back like I'm sellin
my shack was burning (I wasn't there)
I was out on the road playing with my rock'n'roll band (I wasn't there)
While someone else put out the fire
I
hang out
I'm going out with my homies and we gonna let it all hang out
Me and JD chilling in the shack
Sharing Chiclets from the same pack
One
Verse 1: Chuck D
All I want to do is get paid back
For all that time I spent in the back
Livin' in shacks, fillin' up sacks of cotton
Now it's
I went on the river for money
I sold my old rotten shack
For a rusty tanker leaking oil
And the burning sun was on my back
Traveled up the ragin'
but they aint got what we got
no sir e
They got shacks up to seven stories
Never see any more the glories
But a step from our doorway
We got em for
shack
When I hear the whistle I can peep through the crack
And see the train rollin' when it's ballin' the Jack
For I just love the rhythm of the clickety
They say a man's home is his castle
He's like a king on a throne
It may be a shack down alongside the track
But everything in it's his own
So
to stay f-are-double e and keep these bitches lovin me
Sippin bubbly, breakin down buds from a fat sack
Reservations at ( ? ) arts craft shack
I stacks fat
I was born in Dixie in a boomer's shack
Just a little old shanty by a railroad track
The hummin' of the drivers was my lullaby
And a freight train
We always wanted a big two story house
Back when we lived in that little two room shack
We wanted fame and fortune
And we'd live life the way
your bitches, shack your bitches
I pimps up, smack my bitches
You want to fuck trick your bitches
I duck flip my bitches, get that cash with that
shack by the sea
Nobody knows it and she never shows it
She's spreadin' her table for me
Here she comes the mysterious lady from St. Martinique
When
you
Remember me I'm so there
Don't make us have to go there
Turn and sing it
Get T.I. in the shack, handshake it with 5
Still politicin' with 6, this
In a vine covered shack in the mountains
Bravely fighting the battle of time
Is a dear one who's weathered life's sorrow
It's that silver haired
shack to me,
Is home sweet home.
Where the swanny river flows.
Where the shady pine trees grow.
Then I know that's my home
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