Lyrics:
the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me
Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all gonna be what we're
ain't black
Maybe it's because of that
Maybe it's 'cause I'm the highest
Sellin' artist in rap
While I'm sittin' back in my office
Jackin' off to my
Party!
(Okay party people in the house)
Yo yo, in the place to be
My name is MC Ice-T
I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me
We about to tear
Such things should never happen but we die
The swallow finds an oak to nest her young
Defenseless between the earth and the sky
Uncounted beneath
of sunlight shines the brightest in the forest
Regardless, artists dislike because I'm ?
Control the temper, makin MC's whimper
I tilt the Earth from off
Walk you down old live oak road
Barefoot bridge see a sunset show
Say I love you when I pull you close
And you know it's true, as the gospel
Ain't
cracked and dry
And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's
must have been a hundred and ten.
Under the oaks I was telling some jokes
And thinkin' I had it made-
Gettin' on with the folks, havin' some Coke
cracked and dry
And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's
cracked and dry
And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's
and P.E. (uh-huh)
DMC and Heavy D (huh, huh, huh)
Yes, Daddy Kane, Slick Rick, too (ooh-ooh)
MC Lyte opened doors for you and me, c'mon
Go back in
oak tree that I used to play on
Down the lane I'd walk with my sweet Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green green
what you'll find
Thinking
Vinnie don't write and Vinnie can't rhyme shrinking
The sleeping MC I eat like good 'n' plenty
Lyrically spanking ya that's
here
I don't shop at the mall, all y'all just
Dumb mothafucka
I'm a goddamn artist
You can give me some markers and I'll draw you a closet
And you
the door in the big dark oak tree
Chandu Kanuri Is An Musical Artist
While the moon is bright
Watch them jugs a-fillin
In the pale moonlight
Build your fires of hickory
Hickory or ash or oak
Don't use no green or rotten
been a hundred and ten
Under the oaks I was telling some jokes
And thinkin' I had it made
Gettin' on with the folks, havin' some Coke
And coolin' off in
beau
And you wrote on my slate, "I love you, Joe"
When we were a couple of kids
'Member the hill, Nellie Darling
And the oak tree that grew
It's so good to touch the green green grass of home
The old house is still standing though the paint is cracked and dry
And there's that old oak tree
permission
The fresh MC stays silent
First and then listens
The one-hit artist never goes to any parties
The fresh MC rocks all jams for everybody
The one-hit
Foster, don't you know you're bound to die
First time I went courting, pretty brave of me
Just to sing from her old oak tree
Hang your mama with kindness
But when you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think my favorite song
The one we danced to all night long
The moon like a spotlight on the lake
When you
Well, I'm a fly Philly nigga, finger on the trigga
MCs repent from sins, God's comin' again
Original (what?), visionary individual
Original
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