(Butch Hancock) I was standin at a big hotel wishin everybody well but if anybody paid me any mind it was hard to tell a big policeman on his beat pulled
I was standin at a big hotel wishin everybody well but if anybody paid me any mind it was hard to tell a big policeman on his beat pulled his pistol and
He plays guitar at a hotel bar For out-of-towners and business men He struts and sings to his drum machine But he won't make it big at the Holiday Inn
I was standin' at a big hotel Wishin' everybody well But if anybody paid me, any mind it was hard to tell A big policeman on his beat Pulled his pistol
Looking over hong kong harbour Throw a shrimp in yellow wine Eat it when it ceases moving Just before is fine too There's an ancient chinese saying Always
Big City Life, me try forget by Pressure nah ease up no matter how hard me try Big City Life, here my heart have no base And right now Babylon deep on
ever had Yeah, so nobody understood it When the Great Joe Bob went bad Yeah, it spread like a country wildfire That something big had gone all strange Joe
talkin' crazy how they're AK spit But we know this investigatin', and they ain't spray shit Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook like "Naw nigga, Joe
refrain:] [Joe:] My father would give me hell If I didn't do right by Nell But I don't wanna be married, I just wanna be friends Please grant me my
, coke no ice We drink along in double time Might drink too much but we feel fine We're gonna build something this summer (Gonna build something this summer) Summer grant
we're hunters, we take pride in airin our prey out Leavin 'em layed out, dead, in just a sport 'cause we ain't playin up here in New York [Hook - Fat Joe
[Joe Budden] Frequency! [Joell Ortiz] YAOWA! What's up my nigga? You say your name is John? Joell Ortiz Yeah yeah I know, I'm familiar with the interview
An Yall Aint Even Passin' Gas When I Spit Im The Definition Of Mastered Craft An All Yall Ask About Is Aftermath Motherfucker MOVE ON... CHORUS Verse 2 *Joe
it for the world And all them kids jumpin' in the pews And Mr. Charlie in his lime-green suit "Is a handsome man" Remarks Widow Callahan Uncle Joe
's not a long walk from a trailer park to a Tennessee cell block But I got saved behind these bars, soon I'll give my soul to God Reverend Joe is praying
and alone And when you add up the distance She's a whole lotta gone Well I was wrong And I admit it I took a lot for granted Just a little at a time
strange Like the dames in the verbs joint (shoot, we the factors) You ain't know neah Rally all my troops in GI Joe gear Arsenals and weapons abundant