Brothers and sisters We are here for one reason and one reason alone To share our love of music I present to you, country music without prejudice, hey
of our lifestyle But they earn like a dead body burned on a mantlepiece That's why I try not to lie on wax like this candle grease And I be's the little
our old jeans and go outside Neighbor's always smiling with a baby on her knee Rhea sat on the front step getting her hair combed out and greased And music
on my brain no complain and so will my community And I prefer compliments So I complement at an angle, of ninety degrees It's the ninties, and music got known for grease
operas Longer than a cigar that's Godfather Tappin' two heart choppers, I'm harder than gob stoppers People comin' for the throne not knowin' the seat hotter than Fish grease
niggaz is wasted Keystone capered, and Wu kept the rap fiends basted Foamin out the mouthpiece, heads blown like geese Murderous police, I do shows and perform in Grease
what I feel, get it off my burnt chest, my word becomes flesh War going on between the West and the East Of the land niggaz don't own a piece Grease
shot, say blaow Lick a shot (Blaow) Lick a shot (Blaow) Kweli, sittin' back in the cut like Reese In a constant peace, call me fantastic like I cut the grease
be somethin there (what's good) I'm feelin nothin, let me know what's good I remember when the twist was the thing to do Slap grease on your head and
wanna know, every God damned thang about us country folks Collard green dreams, eat it up, 'cuz we got some more Put some dirty South, real deep until you leakin' grease
they act like they livin lavish Two-thousand extreme with space chandeliers (space chandeliers) I mean rugs I mean just everything all over the carpet (yeah) With updated nineteen seventy-five music
good vibes, good times, good living T-Pain music, blacky mouse good liquor Thinking how I should lick her, or maybe not Cause soon as I wanna tell her, bet the music
is a walking bum, smoking weed, drinking rum Couldn't leave her if I tried, I see her light is on inside Let's build She's in the back room, greasing
world in her dress She put my fingers to the test She made me grease, my hair She got me wearing leather oh we danced till the music faded We loved,
I just wanna put you down I just want y'all to get down Everybody come on And get down to the chicken grease Chicken grease Chicken grease Chicken grease
Riding in my Thunderbird on the freeway I turned on my radio to hear some music play I got a silly rapper talking silly shit instead And the only good
and stole him too So, you fall in a slump and get all emotional So, now you sing and mix slang with blues and pluck strings Confused as fuck cause now your music
(Will Birch/Dr Feelgood) (Music also by Jimmy Reed - Omar & The Howlers: Down in Mississippi) I'm going down by the jetty Tonight the tide is high It
