of the wallaby champ, we stay thorough Since the days of snatchin' Lee patches Stitching my name in my Kangols so my outfit matches So we mashed out Wave Street, partied on
An old mail pouch, tobacco sign, fadin' on the barn Bringin' back sweet memories of mama's farm When love was just a country girl, that lived on down the road
like a bolt of lightning So strong and so exciting Rainy nights I still remember Those days of thunder Over 90 miles an hour down a two lane road With just one hand on
he came back "One of these days I'm gonna buy you A big long Cadillac an' get you outta this shack" Then he hit the road, frontin' the band Six long
road And I see the same damn thing Three days to get it on Three days to get it off And three more days to die And I?m six feet down And I?m asking
through ya, in My Hood Chorus [Killah Priest] 'cause outside there's a Cold War And inside niggas waitin on their road call When friends, dies niggas ride for their road
six shots in the passenger door The dude lived, what my baby had to die for, we missin' her Ooh, I'm missin' you Tell me why the road turns, why it
money down no credit plan cause a little bird tells me you're a travelling man Thirty days in the jailhouse four days on the road I was feeling mighty
me baby slow it down right here [Verse 2:] Call it what ya want it Ghetto futuristic come get up on it There's a black up in my sector can I jump on
of flow to make ya mate scream three Six rappaz beein hunted by a killa MC I neva killd a bianca with a 36D I party with the bitches on my planet lookin
the halloween jack-o-latern Yo ? , I know some kids funny silly putty playdoh They wanna step to farms, and build a hay dough I drag bodies on down the yellow brick road
Shit on niggaz in the oh-six Charger When it come to titles you know that I'm holdin' 'em I've been down since the days of breakin' on linoleum 'Til
, I promise to always keep our love Or love, burning deep, burning deep inside Listen to the way I sing six to you, baby Six baby, wherever this road
I miss Mayberry Sittin' on the porch drinkin' ice cold cherry coke Where everything is black and white (Nana nana nananananana) Pickin' on the six string
... Me and a thousand of my friends, Getting lifted, are days confusing, Controlling this dick shift, I've been working all day, be feelin like its my six
Pulling on the apron strings, looking up Standing on the chair to be grown up I feel so little, I need my pillow I hate the time, I hate the clock I want
my loneliness It feels so hard to win, so hard to lose I won't enjoy my collection of stamps When I'm six feet under the ground Lonely streets and dusty roads
days I'll be home again and home is a wonderful thing its twenty to six = and the sun has come up and you are still on my mind in a world full of = hassles