in perms (Damn) Big cars, big wheels is the biggest concern In my old Kentucky home I was born and raised on catfish and corn Collard greens and fatbacks
same color as the lake Stoopid color chain, same color as the jake '92 'Burban sitting on eights Funyun Cutlass on Davin skates Pontiac Catalina, call it Corn
But we're still a-livin', so everything's okay The hogs took the cholera and they've all done died The bees got mad and they left the hive The weevils got the corn
train crept As he lay his head back on his seat and slept He woke and the towns gave way to muddy fields of green Corn and cotton and endless nothing
mind but Georgia We ain't playin' witcha I'm from the home of the neck bones Black eyed peas, turnip and collard greens We the children on the corn Dirtier
little girl UNDER THE OLE' APPLE TREE I remember the pain And joys of growing up Riding my pony Toni On grandparents farm Memories of corn six
Put the South in ya mouth, put the South in ya mouth What South, yeah Parkway So if you wanna know, every God damned thang about us country folks Collard green
Payola scams switched DJ's like a rubber band Everybody clear with beats trying to be Premier Clearing samples, your SP-12 fake examples My money grows with green
It ain't even the puss', I got your mind It's usually a one way thing but baby girl got mine Perfection is the formula when me and her combine Like candy to the corn
's up with these bitches tryin' to play us like a fool? Lookin' of age real proper but just enrollin' in high school I'm callin' 'em collard greens 'cause they're corn
Get you a copper kettle Get you a copper coil Cover with new made corn mash And never more you'll toil Chorus: You just lay there by the juniper While
s hair In the morning when we rise, in the morning when we rise That's the time, that's the time I love the best Green is the colour of the sparkling corn
Get you a copper kettle, get you a copper coil Fill it with new made corn mash And never more you'll toil You'll just lay there by the juniper While
don't mean my world to me 'Cause baby, names can't cramp my style I love chick chicken and buff's collard greens A little hot water corn bread, I love
the vet, and i got dough so i aint upset, a-yo i threw the drop on micheal jays and the top gone, the insides butter like microwaved pop corn, so stop
the sky In the mornin', when we rise In the mornin', when we rise That's the time, that's the time I love the best Green's the color of the sparklin' corn
us of the Dreams he's often had (Joseph) I dreamed that in the fields one day The corn gave me a sign Your eleven sheaves of corn All turned and bowed