Translation: Parousia. Old Lime Tree.
don't Well, if you don't It comes to me in fragments, even those still split in two Under the leaves of that old lime tree, I stood examining the fruit
forgot Yak, and plus my nigga, T Rock, T Rock/ I've been in Los Scandalous in the tree tops/ Nigga blowin' blood at the cherry-lime six-four drop/ Side
ain't no lie Ain't runnin' any race Get to me my country pie I won't throw it up in anybody's face Shake me up that old peach tree Little Jack Horner
limes Funny, we all act like monkeys sometimes You swing from your tree And I'll swing from mine I'll swing from mine Now, you swing from your tree And I'll swing from my tree
all moved back into my attic whistling static When the young learn to fly I will patch all the holes up again Well, I can't believe that my lime tree
Uncle Ray is gone, a relative they couldn't find Finally free of his insanity, they covered him with lime In a ditch outside the old junkyard on 17 Well
from 'Stix N Stonz' It's the M I K E, ohh, to the D I'm comin' exquisite and V.I.P. Tryin' to spread some love like roots on a tree Stayin' true to this
year is mine, the time is now What, where, and how, ain't a question Life's a lesson, filled with choices - trust and depression Smokin 'ja and lime green
my car Just to see how far This old beat up rambler will drive And trade it all in For the taste of tequila and lime And warm sunny beaches Follow the wind where it goes Tall palm trees
me Give my money up nigga nigga wanna see me fool almost had a heart attack when he see me Old trap new E Street TV old strap new 50 shot magazine Old
Whatever pulled the wind that night It had, it bring a tree down Untidy lime, tree holding tight To the end of my last garden One of five against the
don't If you don't It comes to me in fragments, even those still split in two Under the leaves of that old Lime Tree I stood examining the fruit Some
ain't no lie Ain't runnin' any race Give to me my country pie I won't throw it up in anybody's face Shake me up that old peach tree Little Jack Horner
Jock, don't trust my nigga T-Roc (T-Roc) I've been in Los Scandulous in the tree tops niggaz blowin blood as the cherry lime six four drop Side to side
Whatever pulled the wind that night It had it bring a tree down Untidy lime tree holding tight To the end of my last garden One of five against the sky
rappin part time. Lemme up, I take ye back de old ways. Yeah don't wanna see me take it back to old days - I favored Frost P like a maniac. (he's great
jail and it's the sixth floor Test me, floating in the S.E., now let's see Half of y'all niggaz built your rhyme from my sess tree Faggots, homos, yo,