Same old story in time for a warning I'm gonna turn around, you'll be gone A nice little goodbye, songbird unheard Your precious light will shine Don
Bản dịch: South. Same Old Story.
Bitches, take it from a real motherfuckin' pro Y'all get that dough, we don't trust these niggas They gon' pimp if you let them From N.Y. to the Dirty South
the price you pay [D-Roc] You lay down low for hoes Get that mat out your nose You heard the same story told From beginnin to old I give a fuck no
your way We just tell a story, tell a story Ryhmefest, a leader of records, man We document this story for you Puttin' it down, Chicago, ma, ya We just tell a story
motherfuckin' drawers Tryin' to give me fifty-seven years Face'll be full of those tattooed tears It's the same old story and the same old nigga stuck
a poor migrant girl who could not write her name It's a common old story but it's mine just the same All through the story the immigrants came The Gael
worked hard towards his thesis His goal was to genetically duplicate the DNA structure of Asparagus So that all Asparagus would grow to the same girth
Know they hear them guns click Doped up like a muthafucka (Cough, Cough, Snort) You could catch me in the same hood, on the fuckin' same block With a
Know they hear them guns click Doped up like a muthafucka (Cough, cough, snort) You could catch me in the same hood, on the fuckin' same block With
that split apart America gone plastic And now there's Dylan dripping from his mouth He's hitching himself way down south To learn a little black and blues From old
heard stories about the 1950's. Rock'n'roll music all the way to the 60's. Everybody says it ain't ever gonna be the same. But way down South the
the keyboard that came wit the sampler Turn up the Clarion wit the stelly on She wit me 'cause I am the champion [Verse 2] Its the same ol story though
tell Who? Hell naw, who? Hell naw He told me a different story then the one he trying to tell y'all Who? Hell naw, who? Hell naw I don't wan' diss my old
dick for brains Same ol sheets got the crusty cum stains Same ol story same ol routine same nympho same old butt feind same ol player same old ass ways
you, no sound was heard People came from north and south To see this faith healing man, see what he was all about Cured the young and cured the old Soon
fast Just like the wind here cane the end They never saw it come Jimmy knew his fate was sealed when Annie grabbed her gun The same old broken story
it, bitches Take it from a real motherfuckin' pro Y'all get that dough, we don't trust these niggas They gon' pimp if you let them, from NY to the dirty South
