good life now this is the high life now I can see with my own eyes that it's a good, good life this is the good life now this is the high life now can
Da 5'9"] New money, quite powerful mic module Green ducats, black models, white bottles Packed house, you lookin at the wrong nigga Long digits, we can bet the farm who farm
boys here, nigga... word up, it's all about paper this year, nigga, word up I got mad babies to feed, I got bills nigga, one... Wu-Tang for life, Cappadonna
like 'where the paddle at?' Got a rhyme overload Rah Digga always front ya Leavin' niggaz stuck like I was acupuncture Got niggaz from the hood, thinkin' shit all good
me reminiscin' on the good times Turnin' off of real life drive and that's right We hittin' easy street on mud tires Back in the day, pots farm was the
ya doin', boys? Won't you come on in! Hell, I ain't even wearin' a gun, haven't done that for so damn long. It feels good, boys, just to have you around
in my arms She said there's gotta be more to life I don't wanna be some farmer's wife Don't want a John Doe on a John Deere There's a whole lotta boys
's the bite that hurts Thunder's just a noise, boys lightnin' does the work The thunder's just a noise, boys lightnin' does the work Ahh yeah Gonna getcha Getcha good
it Superstar honey, so mean and vicious Got a lot and comin', I'm so mean and vicious Bark, bark farmer, this chicken layin' platinum ex-farmer So go
He lives his life down on the beach, his grilfriend's got the skin of a peach. He likes a good time and he knows how to get it, rolls his own, you've
natural history She should have been the last But she was just the latest If she wanted to be a farmer's wife I would endure that muddy life I would
' but shure Kentucky mud damn right folk nuttin' but love And these blocks don't hold yeaga nuttin' but uhh Simple life back to its hardest again Farmer
where the paddle at? ' Got a rhyme overload Rah digga always front ya Leavin niggaz stuck like I was accupuncture Chorus: Got niggaz from the hood Thinkin shit all good
to the Ceili They're playing tunes on everything From pipes to ukulele It sounds so good you can't sit down We're dancing At The Ceili LISA: All the boys
and he was a guard at the Atmore state prison farm. Going up there for two weeks out of every summer we got to know some of them convicts pretty good.
