our southern ways Yeah, we like cornbread and biscuits And if it's broke 'round here, we fix it I can take ya'll where you need to go Down to my hood
don't know me then pardon my shyness I live in the Village, wherever I go I walk to I keep my friends around so I have someone to talk to I play my music
The hip hop Moses to where we headin' y'all I'm comin', I'm comin' You can't stop me, you can't stop me I'm comin', I'm comin', Can't hold me back
States of America Y'all might know him as George Bush But where I'm from, lost city of New Orleans... we call him this [Ray Charles sample:] Georgia
, around the block I'm going to the beauty shop where I can get my hair smart" Don't start me talkin' I'll tell everything I know I'm gonna break
, fucked up, trying to see straight How much of that bullshit did I actually take (2 grams, dude) Goddamn No wonder why I feel like a underneath total white boy
Yes I'll be here in sunshine or in shadows Oh Danny boy oh Danny boy I love you so But when ye come and all the flowers are dying If I am dead as dead
sure that ya daddy just don't know (daddy just don't know) I'll put you in the hoodbug I know what I'm doin cause That's where we be eating on the low
by: Paul McCartney UP WHERE WE BELONG Written by: Jack Nitzsche, Buffy Sainte-Manie, & Will Jennings HEROES Written by: David Bowie & Brian Eno I WILL
, Snow Man, momma, Eskimo So many rats that I need pest control Would cop from Jacob, but I don't know where he at So 'till I found that cat I guess I
Whatever happened to the 80c??? I wanna know, I wanna, I wanna know, I wanna,... Whatever happened to the 80c??? I wanna know Where did they go-go?
, I keep clientele You frail on the mic like you might break a nail I might smoke a joint but I won't take the L I knew a fat girl who broke the scale
boy Go together just like red black and green boy You lookin' at Fred, Huey, and George right there Word up, time to pay up Put your muscle where your
George could think all my boys on the motherfucking paint everywhere I rome every all dead bodies god damn I was like John Gotti locked in a sell i was
them And I'm serious about mine, I'm so sin-surr And I, nigga I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up Put ya inside the mattress like drug money nigga Yeah, I
." "I gotta go back..." ...I bang on everything, boy BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! Up jump the boogie And you're just a rookie So I take your cookies boy
!) I get money, money i got (I take it) I get money, money i got (I take it) I get money, money i got (I take it) Money I got, money i got (I take