She didn't have a reason to go, oh no She didn't have a reason to stay Either way she didn't tell anyone about her first ray of sun She looked at her
[Hook - 4x] From the South I got the diamonds in my mouth [Z-Ro] Hold up a minute, I'm the King of the Ghetto Holding the rap game, like wood grain
Just a little bit south of Saskatoon Pick my guitar for board and room Met a little girl, her name was June A little bit south of Saskatoon Me and Junny
Look this is the world's debut of these damn fools Stak and Blac, tic for tac, breakin' all racial rules And ain't too much, wrong with that 'cuz if it
Use Bengay Aspercream KY Jelly or Vaseline anything to slide between them sweet supple jugs Look here yeah bitch I'm talking to you I got my meat on
Goddamn! This time it's real It's a love that I feel I may be tainted but God knows It's good to me, could you see? I leave my woes At strangers road
I like to play Hank Williams Jr. records Just as loud as they will go I'm into Lynyrd Skynyrd The Allman Brothers an' David Allan Coe I like Willie,
All that blotter gonna twist up your mind You can do it just not all the time Hiding in your room you'll be feeling fine Always manage to have something
Rolling 'round a lifetime on a name that spells my past Carried through the mile markers up towards some last laugh And if fools could only prosper I'
Big black nothing fooling everyone Big black nothing put a halo 'round what you've done 'Cause a big black nothing is coming up Would you be my, would
Saw an eagle on a pole, I think it was an eagle Watched its shadow fly 'cross the cement I woke up in the snow All the trees were crowds of people No
Well, call me if you wanna talk there's a telephone on your wall And the reasons are many and not too far apart If there's some blood left in your heart
You know a lot can happen after everybody falls asleep Ask the forest fire, ask the cop walking on the beat And do right by them, work a little in your
I'm just trying to stay a human being Sitting in the sun eating ice cream Texting my friend about a bad, bad dream Just had to tell someone who knows
Hey there, son of Adam Hey there, daughter of Eve Help me sing this tear gas riot song For some fresh faced police They won't even know what hit them
Ten women Ten women between you and me Ten women Ten women, the nightmare, the fantasy Ten women, the thrill and the shame Ten women, I miss you the
Moses up on the mountainside, what a place to meet He brought his pad and his pencil, poured himself some gypsy tea And all the world's multiplicity,
I was born on Snake Hill and that's where I'll probably die 'Cause I don't like to kill but I've got poison in my bite Well, I feel safe to say That I