-ooh Old Mr. Joe, he build a house away On top of some hill Old Mr. Joe knew he had to go, so he He got right down and wrote bank will He say now, here
to the sunset No one is watchin' or standin' in your shoes Wash your lonely feet in the river in the morning Everything promised is delivered to you
Does God look down on the boys in the barroom? Mainly forsaken but surely not judged Jacks, Kings and Aces, their faces in wine Do Lord deliver our kind
push on the panel and walk on in Hello, hello, is there anybody here But a two-bit high and a busted mirror? Hello, hello, is anybody here? My tongue
Shoulder to the wheel for someone else's selfish gain Here there is no choosing, working the clay Wearing their anger like a ball and chain Fire in the
all in the trap with fitted caps for cold weather And creased denim threats delivered when I send 'em Nigga know I, FedEx my shit, overnight express my shit Deliver
slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?" Why? So you guys could just lie to get me here? So you can, sit me here next to Britney Spears? Shit, Christina
treasures And deliverance, from the fruits of evil So our mission to bring a melody Ringin' voices, sing sweet harmony For you here's a song to make
. Y' know, it wasn' always this easy for us to sit back an' enjoy the little ones. Never forget what your people wen' through to get you here, An' it'
the drive-thru Almost there at the drive-thru Now we're here at the drive thru Here in line at the drive-thru Did I mention the drive-thru? Well, here
of technique is foolish Battle, be strong, the new kid Don't matter, my scars were leaking I'll be standing, still demanding I'll be winner Rapid punches delivered
Music I know they want us to stop But we immune to lose it Hey Hey [Chorus - Akon] No I can't stop getting this money now Because I'm out here living
hop, you'll be some Maytag repairmen And flip flop the fake, who thought the scored And half-assed niggas sending you back to drawing boards To deliver
going by the track atm) my bug-eyes, my gaping jaw, and my sweaty L. Ron Hubbard upper lip, and all I could think was, "I hope Uncle Marty here doesn
life, to share my home To share my heart and my bed To not make you weak but strengthen you instead Till death do us part From this day forth for all time baby Here
ha Before I hit you off, we'll bust a million and one Raise your whole adrenaline baby have fun I be rollin' with womens whippin' Benz and Beamers Makes ya shivers when I delivers
clear my throat Gilla House niggaz, baby We gon' get a lil' somethin' straight Here in the place to be Yo, you now rockin' wit da best, I'm blessed I deliver
? With my eyes closed I can hit nine folks You want the beef n***? Hit the prime roast My mic's the gun, the bullet's the 9 volt F*** the convo, here