finally got it made Old Hank made it here, we're all sure that you will But I don't think Hank done it this way, no I don't think Hank done it this way
I ain't tryin' to be funny, baby But don't get too close Ya know what I mean? I'm nice with it If you get a lil' bit of this Yeah then you just might
Front on me and get clapped Front on him and get clapped Front on us and get clapped You get clapped n**** Front on me and get clapped Front on him and
All the nasty girls are around the world All the nasty girls are around the world Get nasty, get nasty Living on the floor, get down with me Living on
Get loose now Get loose now Get loose now Get loose now People everywhere, just check this out Say, something brand new that'll make you shout For you
We're jamming In the bedroom Mom will be home pretty soon She'll make us turn it off Why can't you see that it's not that bad? Gives us a reason to get
Wraaa Everybody get the fuck up Wraaa Everybody get the fuck up Wraaa Daddy gonna pop that trunk Yea, batter chip some throwing dirt bare chumps Sling
[B-Real] Who wants the wrath, it must be the hood who's up to no good, and wishes a man would come up and give him a reason to blast on.. I wouldn't put
is money gone to waste An' a lot more people oughtta learn to do for themselves Well, I love how we can disagree An' we can still be family. Makes me think about Hank
I tend the wheat field that makes your bread I bind the sweet veal, pluck the hens that make your bed Mother Nature and Mother Earth Are two of three
Yeah, get ready I'm gonna show you how to do this 'Cause it's so sweet Let me here, it's a Say yeah, yeah I ain't seen nothin' on the late, late show
Rambling by a lonesome graveyard Everything I love is gone Weeping as they lay my darling 'Neath a cold gray tomb of stone In this world I?m left to
I was ridin' Number Nine, heading south from Caroline I heard that lonesome whistle blow Got in trouble, had to roam, left my gal and left my home I heard
Tis' a sad but true story From the Bible it came And it tells us how Judas Sold the Savior in shame He planned with the council Of high priest that day
Around me many are building Homes of beauty and wealth But what of a home in heaven Where will you live after death Are you building a home in heaven
In the world's mighty gallery of pictures Hang the scenes that're painted from life There's pictures of love and of passion And there's pictures of keys
While strolling through a lovely garden As day was drawing to a close My eyes beheld a tragic story I saw a teardrop on the rose It should have been
We met in the springtime when blossoms unfold The pastures were green and the meadows were gold Our love was in flower as summer grew on Her love like