loved makin' love to my Makeba She was like my queen of Sheba I remember how we used to smoke chiba Oh, you don't smoke no more, well, that's cool Well
of peace blowing at the treetops No out in the country there is no talk that God is dead Oh what I'd give to be... Oh what I'd give to be a country
see you tryin to creep me for my dough, why you trippin Youse a shipwreck nigga when you broke co-mission Jesse Jackson cant help you with the Hope Coalition [Chorus - Shannon Jones] Well
brag, I'm an angry drunk when I'm grabbing a rum, And skull shots till we fall from grace like Eric Clapton's son, South of the country, west of the
. Where's Your partner? My partner? konishi you mean? Konishi is... Well he is... I bet he's out for some food. Oh yes precisely. He went out To
and the Harley First night in jail with Charlie It sounds a little crazy A little scattered and absurd But that?s what you get When you play a country song backwards Well
evergreens There stood an old cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B Goode Who never ever learned to read or write so well
in the country, people on the land Some of them so sick they can hardly stand Everybody would move away if they could It's hard to believe but it's all good, yeah Well
Well, my heart's in the highlands, gentle and fair Honey suckle bloomin' in the wildwood air Bluebells blazin' where the Aberdeen waters flow Well, my
do You know what, Otis? What? You're country, that's all right You straight from the Georgia woods, that's good You know what? You wear overalls And big
know what, Otis? What? You're country. That's all right. You straight from the Georgia woods. That's good. You know what? You wear overalls, and big
the womb Cool, that's cool You see, I cock back glocks, got more pull than slang shots Hit G spots by givin' hoes back shots I'm a young country boy
his weekend days Oh yeah, oh yeah, well all right House in the country House in the country House in the country House in the country House in the country
Oh take me home, baby Man that dixie music makes Move your feet around Another blast of that southern mass In the good ole' country sound Ain't nothing
pie - you got any of that in this bakery? Slick Rick: Oh, I got every pie you can think of. I've of strawberry pie, blueberry pie, apple pie-- The Rock: Blueberry? What? Oh
, da da do Jangling Jack, do da do, do, do Jangling Jack, do da do, do, do Jangling Jack, do da do, do, do Oh, mummy, mummy Well, Jangling Jack As a
keepin it country. Let me get a big "Hell, Yeah" from the redneck girls like me: HELL YEAH! (HELL YEAH!) Victoria's Secret, well, their sutff's real nice. Oh