Not many years their rounds shall roll Each moment brings it nigh And all your glories stand revealed To our admiring eye You wills of nature speed your
"Good mornin', my darlin'", I said from the door My bags are all packed, you won't see me anymore The room it was empty except for your clothes And a
Captain, Captain, tell me true does my sweet Willie sail with you? No my dear, he isn't here for he is drowned in this ocean, dear Answer me, oh give
I am wading deep waters trying to get home Lord I am wading deep waters trying to get home I am wading deep waters Wading deep waters Wading deep waters
She went into the graveyard with trouble on her mind. She was lookin' for the man who make her crazy. From her big brown coat she puller a silver knife
?Good mornin?, my darlin?,? I said from the door My bags are all packed, you won?t see me anymore. The room it was empty except for your clothes And a
Over yonder in the graveyard Where the wild, wild flowers grow There they laid my own true lover She'd gone from me, forever more Fairer than the sweetest
When first I came to Louisville Some pleasure there to find A damsel there from Lexington Was pleasing to my mind Her rosy cheeks Her ruby lips Like
ours Still them other niggas old Over fifty million sold [Chorus: Virginya Slim and Crooked I] It's still Tha Row... ugh (Baby, we still stackin' money
Fordítás: Crooked I. Még Tha Row.
?Good mornin?, my darlin?,? I said from the door My bags are all packed, you won?t see me anymore. The room it was empty except for your clothes And
a Holy fool Oh, baby, it's so cruel But I'm still in love with Judas, baby I'm just a Holy fool Oh, baby, it's so cruel But I'm still in love with Judas
as you admire bartending and stripping Baby, so don't be mad, nobody else trippin' You seen a lot of crooks and crooks still crook See, you had a lot of crooks
Well, the crooks are out And the streets are gray You know I wouldn't have it Any other way, yeah Your mother's words They're, they're ringing still
what are you provin? You know that I'm two levels above you baby Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby It's ten years and we still runnin this motherfucker
's insane, and the stroke is crazy I stroke so good, like Tiger Woods And I roar like a tiger would My livelihood, is not Hollywood I'm still Southside
brother, I never ever had You try your best and I still get mad We risked it all together, been through it all together Caught cases and we're still
