Mama put a bible in my glove box. And a hot homemade apple pie on the passenger's seat. She said â??You'll always be my babyâ??. Then she planted a kiss and a couple of tears on my cheek.
Eighteen wheeler dropped me off at that city limits sign. Sunday morning sunlight hurt my eyes. It's a long way from where I been back to my home town.
Everybody has their own idea of heaven. What kind of paradise they'll see.. Pearly gates, streets of gold. No gettin' sick or growing old.. Sounds like a beautiful place to be..
An hour into my shift. I'm covered from head to toe. Drilling oil from the bottom. Of the Gulf of Mexico. Sun's on the rise. Sweat rolling black down my face.
If anybody had told me that anybody'd have a hold on me. I'd say they were out of their mind. But speakin' of crazy, I'm findin' lately. All I want, all I need, all the time is.
Well they finally put that red light up in the heart of town. Took the stop sign down, it was shot up anyhow. One night I ran right through it in my Chevrolet.
I don't need to be sittin' on the roof. Of a high-rise lookin' at the city below. I don't need to be on the beach. Watchin' that sun sink in the Gulf of Mexico.
She was pretty. She was smart. She was witty. Yeah she had charm. Cupid shot me. That's what got me down the aisle. But that match made in heaven. Went straight to hell.
She says she likes my watch, but she wants Steve's AP. And she stay up all hours watching QVC. She said she loves my songs, she bought my MP3. And so I put her number in my Bold BB.
Oh, mamacita. Come, let's get more familiar. I like your style. I like your style. Hey, mamacita. Come, let's stay 'til mañana. I like your style. I like your style.
She said she likes my watch. But she wants Steve's AP. And she stay up all hours watching Q.V.C.. She said she loves my songs. She bought my mp3. And so I put her number in my bold B.B..
Now that your life is so broken hearted. I'm at your mercy. I hope you find what you're searching for. Now that you're free. And when the world fills you day with sorrow.
When you lie awake at night do you still think of me. Do you miss the love we knew. We're falling apart, we're falling apart. To see the feeling's gone but we don't need it.
The needle's gone real deep, I'm on the road to Hell. Brains decay but the engine's still roaring!. A poisonous shot in the deep of the crimson tides.
Dragged after the chariots In chains Of secret ways of fate Through desert sands. And burning waste I'll beat my chains into a sword Then from the shadow.
Sacrifice your eyes to blind mice. Looking to the hills and chaos and destroy yourself. You are unworthy of breathing the air. . You gotta beat it out, gotta beat it out yourself.
Perverted monks style. '99 style, know what I'm sayin'?. Comin' at cha, this how we do. . Paraplegic, my fightin' stance, too strategic. No shadows on my kicks too much chi-horrific.
[Intro: DJ Premier]. Yeah, Afu-Ra, the Body of the Life Force. Yo, you know how I do son (yeah). Yeah, so why don't you (yeah). Get on this mic and represent one time.
[Hook 4X: samples scratched by DJ Premier]. "Uprising surprising". "Knowledge wisdom understanding". . [Afu-Ra]. Smooth like Johnny Cochran, I keep it movin through Brooklyn.