pain within his soul At that moment was undone And he sat in the rocking chair beside him With the life he had retrieved And side-by-side together They rocked
got hood degrees Plus I'm street like powder, milk, and government cheese If you a runnin' man nigga, then I'ma shoot up your knees Then it's me against the world, man
Stealing a moment from Mr.Time He rocks in his chair like a shiny dime But it's all for show, all for show Wearing your name and a number or two When
JEALOUS HEARTED ME Writer A.P. Carter Takes a rocking chair to rock takes a rubber tire to roll Takes the man I love to satisfy my soul Because I'm jealous
This man holds a hand that shows a tremble This man that I live in bears his faults He has a heart and a well worn soul Ten years a slave to rock and
Get a extra flossy floss and toss King Tee the keys And say, nigga that's your's, 'cause you opened up doors Before Tha Liks had a deal, you had a nigga
A long time ago there lived a man He had the world in the palm of his hand Sultans and kings beat a path to his door Had everything but still wanted more
Mom And Dad Well I Search For A Chick Like Me Who Blows Dro Cuz She Can Appreciate How The Sticky Burns So Slow You Know A Young Chick With A Old Soul
him a talk bout him a squeeze (MAVADO IS A BARBER FOR LIFE!!) Tell him guh squeeze bumb outta man face Or squeeze him razor Only ting yuh squeeze a di
(Steve Earle, Larry Crane) A long time ago there lived a man He had the world in the palm of his hand Sultans and kings beat a path to his door He had
Stealing a moment from Mr. Time He rocks in his chair like a shiny dime But it's all for show, all for show. Wearing your name and a number or two When
I'm street like powder, milk, and government cheese If you a runnin man nigga, then I'ma shoot up your knees Then it's me against the world, man against
loved most she had so much soul She was old school, when I was just a shorty Never knew throughout my life she would be there for me ont he regular, not a
Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man fuck dat Man put that shit out man You ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court (Man fuck dat man they
in there Gotta give credit Where credit's due Sittin' in his rockin' chair He put the mojo in the air Yeah, hear the black cat moanin' Twelve bars and a man
Wit a simple pleasure Or is it necessary Just to document this measure of time Whether defined or not I'm gonna find the top Of my personal climbing rock
this Ravenous scorchin' fire acidness Every move made precise I'ma strategist Rock the world to the point where it's axisless No point to even learn what a
white ice to the fans The radio is just a stereo, like the house ain't a home, and a chair is just a chair, ask Luther Van Go to work, go to church, let