You ain't got no shit for me, fool My mama and your mama was talkin' a little shit My mama called your mama a bulldaggin' ass bitch I know your sister
I'll tell you something, baby, that's a fact Never see a horse, with a luggage rack All your money, your hard earned pay It don't mean shit, bloody hell
I wake up, drink my coffee Put on my pants and comb my hair Today is the day I ain't got nothing I ain't got nothing, I ain't got a gal The sun is out
Well I'm a gangster 1934 Junkies, Winos, Pimps & Whores And all you men, women and kids best get out the way I just left your town, took all your loot
Running around like your front page news Lonely eyes and your motorcycle boots Tattooed heart and your jet black hair Running 'round like you don't care
Take me down that line, gonna tow that heavy load I can't seem to make it, make it on my own Turn the lights down low now, turn down our bed I can't seem
I remember we were young and you said that I was done [Incomprehensible] And I rode out on the street, I was back up on my feet Well, I was fighting the
Well, I've been up, yeah, and I've been down Been kicked around, yeah, this God-forsaken town So many faults, so little time, I've got to find my peace
We met in the springtime when the blossoms unfold The pastures were green and the meadows were gold Our love was in flower as summer grew on Her love
There was a time when you were proud You looked up to me with big eyes And I could do no wrong There's something inside It's clearly tearing both of us
Ooh, la la la la la lullaby, baby This is Silk's nursery rhyme, baby La la la la la lullaby, well, well, oh Check it out This one's dedicated to my first
rusty chains, this old front porch swing remains A pendulum of memories, goes back and forth on a summer breeze Chorus: Singing old church hymns and nursery rhymes
There was an old lady she lived in a shoe She got a whole lot of kids You can't miss 'em when you're coming through 'Cause she be shacked up with little
wood, rusty chains This old front porch swing remains A pendulum of memories Goes back and forth on a summer breeze Singing old church hymns and nursery rhymes
(feat. Playdough) [Verse 1: KJ-52] there was an old lady she lived in a shoe she got a whole lot of kids you can't miss 'em when you's coming through
[Brother Marquis] My mama and your mama was talking little shit My mama called your mama a bulldagging ass bitch I know your sister, and the bitch ain