to live on a hippie commune When Dave told him about free love Fred had been a farmer and a heavyweight champ Hands like a stump jump plough Moved the earth with a
from you." It's a hot August night and my sister and I are creeping down south Halsted Towards a storefront past a storefront stoop and a moon And a star and a
Protect Mah Land Like A Farmer, Pockets Stay Chubby Like Tocara(Ha), Or Should I Say Fat Like Tha Parkers, Tote Big Guns Like I'm Still Playin Contra,
the glass Bullets at the border war games take a stab Coordinate who can pass like a paper bag Minutes on an internet pornpage fornicate make her gag What
for talkin ya'll aint listenin them old dirt road is what ya'll missing [Brantley Gilbert:] yeah I'm chillin on a dirt road. Laid back swervin' like
money brought me all of that Push foreigns like a chaffer, stomp all the cock-a-roacha But back when I was broke-a I sold product like a broker My next
Used to dream of getting out Just like the college boys did Maybe I was born Without a rambling bone You stay in one place long enough And it starts to feel like
trill The delta and coast, the queens is what I boast But these kids in the south is what a nigga love the most [Bridge:] Damn, the kids is what a nigga
I saw a masked man jump out of a trash can He took aim and caught my arm A half a foot to the left I?d have bought the farm I was alive but I couldn?t
t spittin' the same What he says is irrelevant Hip-Hop culture has changed When I walk in the room Young boys look at me strange As if I am a relic From
are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T. Throw your hands in the air have a sip take a toke (Hot shit) You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T. Go 'head do your two
has a with young idle eyes and idle time is the playground where old profesions lay down like sweet sugar stays brown and on the mind gals whose whispers blow through tender lips like
ass for a job I mean, my dad's got five kids, man and I mean yo he hates drivin' a bus but he loves five kids you feel me? I'm a rhyme artist out here
Mah Land Like A Farmer, Pockets Stay Chubby Like Tocara(Ha), Or Should I Say Fat Like Tha Parkers, Tote Big Guns Like I'm Still Playin Contra, Ya'll