Intro
*guy toking and coughing up*
[$hort] Freddy B!
[Fred B] Wuz up $hort?
[$hort] Ai, y’know they been waitin on this ol’ school game
Let’s bring that game back!
[Fred B] Like game one thru five?
[$hort] Yeah nigga, just like we use to do it!
[Fred B] Well check this out
Game! Is the shit
Like what? A rat-haired bitch
Verse 1: Old School Freddy B
I was sittin at my home, all alone
Thinkin ’bout bitches I use to bone
Tight young bitches, I can’t deny
Rat-haired bitches, I can’t lie
The bitch had body is all I know
Only 18 but looked twenty-fo’
Her name was Bitch, class of ’92
Skyline High and the shit was cool
Took her to my house, Moms was gone
Turned off the light, unplugged the phone
The bitch said “Fred, I hearda you
Anything you want, I will do”
I dropped my drawers, dick all swoll
She couldn’t believe the position was pole
In and out, out and in
I used the bitch like a ATM
G’d the bitch like the one and only
Bust two nuts and called her phony
She couldn’t believe what I said
The next thing you know she was on my head
Suckin the dick like it’s suppose to be done
Rat-haired bitch make me cum
Freddy B that’s the name
Rat-haired bitches, I got game
[$hort] Cos Game
[Fred B] That’s the shit
[$hort] Like what? (Like what?)
[Fred B] A nasty bitch
Verse 2: Short Dawg
I like to fuck a nasty bitch
Witta big fat ass and shit
First lay, dick gettin sucked
Bitch don’t give a fuck
Cos real players run that game
When I fuck that bitch she won’t be the same
Cos when Short Dawg run up in it
Fuck a bitch for about 30 minutes
Real player-like, straight to the point
Bust a nut while I’m smokin a joint
Stop fuckin, still smokin
Lay my dick on her lips, say “Open!”
Ain’t nuttin like a nasty bitch
Acting all fast and shit
Bitch just love to flirt
When I see her at the club, I’ll be puttin in work
Feelin on her ass at the bar
Let’s get a room, girl it ain’t too far
On the way, y’know what happened?
She sucked my dick while I was rappin
I just couldn’t resist
I couldn’t hold back, I said “BEEYATCH!”
[Fred B] Game!
[$hort] All I do is stack
[Fred B] Like what?
[$hort] A motherfuckin mack!
Verse 3: Old School Freddy B
My Copue DeVille is all white
Yes bitch, it’s hella tight
Crush blue velvet, gameless game
White on white wit tha gold thangs
Bounce tp the spot, check my crap
Wash, wax, straight on fat
The bass on heat everytime I ride
A long haired bitch on the passenger side
Mackin on the cellular phone
I can’t be stopped, 50 G’s strong
Fred Benz, Freddy B
Oaktown, a bitch don’t sleep
A motherfuckin mack that’s what I am
Taxin a bitch like Uncle Sam
She pays the tax, Fred Benz’ the pimp
16 G’s put the bitch in
No ordinary game, just give it and take
East Oakland can’t be fake
I slapped the bitch, the money was short
Macked on the bitch and now she knows
Fred Benz baby, the game is fat
Ask these bitches, I’m a mack
[$hort] Game!
[Fred B] Is like ridin vogues
[$hort] Like what?
[Fred B] Breakin hos
Verse 4: Short Dawg
Breakin hos day and night
They call me Shorty The Pimp, my game is tight
I never do give hos slack
I’m like Fred Benz, I’ma mack
So bitch break yourself
I’m an Oaktown nigga, I’ll take your wealth
Cos that’s what I was raised to do
Break these bitches, get payed fool
Y’know Short Dawg ain’t afraid and hurt
Any bitch I get, you can’t take her
Cos the game is fool-proof
Bet’cha momma say I’m tellin ya true
So won’t you pay the man
Hundred dollar bills all in my hand
While I break you bitches
Tell a story ’bout ridin with bitches
‘Bout these pimp
Hangman, hangman, hold it a little while,
Think I see my friends coming, Riding a many mile.
Friends, did you get some silver?
Did you get a little gold?
What did you bring me, my dear friends, To keep me from the Gallows Pole?
What did you bring me to keep me from the Gallows Pole?
I couldn’t get no silver, I couldn’t get no gold,
You know that we’re too damn poor to keep you from the Gallows Pole.
Hangman, hangman, hold it a little while,
I think I see my brother coming, riding a many mile.
Brother, did you get me some silver?
Did you get a little gold?
What did you bring me, my brother, to keep me from the Gallows Pole?
Brother, I brought you some silver,
I brought a little gold, I brought a little of everything
To keep you from the Gallows Pole.
Yes, I brought you to keep you from the Gallows Pole.
Hangman, hangman, turn your head awhile,
I think I see my sister coming, riding a many mile, mile, mile.
Sister, I implore you, take him by the hand,
Take him to some shady bower, save me from the wrath of this man,
Please take him, save me from the wrath of this man, man.
Hangman, hangman, upon your face a smile,
Pray tell me that I’m free to ride,
Ride for many mile, mile, mile.
Oh, yes, you got a fine sister, She warmed my blood from cold,
Brought my blood to boiling hot To keep you from the Gallows Pole,
Your brother brought me silver, Your sister warmed my soul,
But now I laugh and pull so hard And see you swinging on the Gallows Pole
Swingin’ on the gallows pole! |
For fifteen years Le Bin Son
Fought side by side with the Americans
In the mountains and deltas of Vietnam
In ?75 Saigon fell and he left his command
And brought his family to the promised land
Seabrook, Texas and the small towns in the Gulf of Mexico
It was delta country and reminded him of home
He worked as a machinist, put his money away
And bought a shrimp boat with his cousin
And together they harvested Galveston Bay
In the mornin? ?fore the sun come up
He?d kiss his sleepin? daughter
Steer out through the channel
And cast his nets into the water
Billy Sutter fought with Charlie Company
In the highlands of Quang Tri
He was wounded in the battle of Chu Lai
Shipped home in ?68
There he married and worked the gulf fishing grounds
In a boat that?d been his father?s
In the morning he?d kiss his sleeping son
And cast his nets into the water
Billy sat in front of his TV as the South fell
And the communists rolled into Saigon
He and his friends watched as the refugees came
Settled on the same streets and worked the coast they?d grew up on
Soon in the bars around the harbor was talk
Of America for Americans
Someone said “You want ?em out, you got to burn ?em out.”
And brought in the Texas Klan
One humid Texas night there were three shadows on the harbor
Come to burn the Vietnamese boats into the sea
In the fire?s light shots rang out
Two Texans lay dead on the ground
Le stood with a pistol in his hand
A jury acquitted him in self-defense
As before the judge he did stand
But as Le walked down the courthouse steps
Billy said “My friend you?re a dead man.”
One late summer night Le stood watch along the waterside
Billy stood in the shadows
His K-bar knife in his hand
And the moon slipped behind the clouds
Le lit a cigarette, the bay was still as glass
As he walked by Billy stuck his knife into his pocket
Took a breath and let him pass
In the early darkness Billy rose up
Went into the kitchen for a drink of water
Kissed his sleeping wife
Headed into the channel
And cast his nets into the water
Of Galveston Bay |
(Dolly Parton)
Being born was the worse and the first mistake I ever made
The doctor didn?t spank me, he just slapped me in the face
And the cup of love was always quenching someone else’s thirst
Leaving me to swallow the bitter taste of hurt
‘Cause I was raised an orphan
Never wanted as a kid until the year I turned 13
Then everybody did, strangers pass me back and forth
Men just took me as they pleased
And others had a Cinderella slave to cook and clean and weep
Though the deck is stacked against you
Win or lose, you have to play
The hand a life has dealt you
And It?s a gamble either way
On a dust road at 15 in a yellow cotton dress
With the desert sun like an angry dragon breathing down my neck
And the dry cracked plains would make me think of a prehistoric time
Or should I fear what lay before me less than what I’d left behind
A 15 year old girl don?t have no trouble hitching rides
But sometimes when you’re riding free
You?ll pay the highest price
On back roads and in back seats
And in a cheap highway motel
But what?s a few more strangers in a life of nothing else
Though the deck is stacked against you
Win or lose, you have to play
The hand a life has dealt you
And It?s a gamble either way
16 caught me crying, underneath the scarlet light
On the door steps of a stranger on a cold and rainy night
When I walked into the parlour here
Other pieces seemed to fit
I was good at pleasing strangers
So I made the most of it
Either way it?s all a gamble
So view the stakes and know the odds
And lay your cards upon the table
Do all the dealing from the top
Though the deck is stacked against you
Win or lose, you have to play
The hand a life has dealt you
And It?s a gamble either way |
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