get some blue-eyed boatman For to row me o'er the tide I'll go back to East Virginia North Carolina ain't my home I'll go back to East Virginia Leave
Übersetzung: The Stanley Brothers. East Virginia Blues.
: John Hardy was a desperate little man, He carried two guns every day He Shot a man down in the West Virginia land You oughta seen John Hardy gettin
about girl problems All these niggaz is havin girl problem, Marq (Huh, tell them man, tell them how it is) Lemme tell you what time is it... I got a ho from the East
I'll go back to East Virginia, North Carolina ain't my home, I'll go back to East Virginia, Leaving North Carolinians alone. I'll go back to East Virginia
: (feat. Big Scoob, Bumpy Knuckles, Kutt Calhoun & Skatterman) [Introduction:] B. Boys and B. Girls stand up. Down South, Midwest, East Coast, West
night diner Only stayed to save a little money for Enough gas to make it to the east coast That?s when I saw the brightest pair of Deep blue eyes walking
Verse Two: Inspectah Deck] I puts the needle to the groove, I gets rude And I'm forced to fuck it up My style carries like a pickup truck Across the clear blue
about girl problems All these niggaz is havin' girl problem, Marq (Huh, tell them man, tell them how it is) Lemme tell you what time is it I got a ho from the East
stop thankin' it I got a trophy at the playa ball banquet This bank I get style we all that To the back we all that to the back Red or blue new wall
a bitch until she dizzy And me and the bigged-Banks is gettin' perkin' off Aliz Big Bob's down with the crew ready to do Any muthafucka steppin' to F.M. Blue
Well, John Hardy was a vicious little man He carried two guns every day He shot down a man on the West Virginia line I see John Hardy gettin' away, poor
When I left old East Virginia North Carolina I did roam There I met a fair your maiden her virgin name I did not know Her hair was darken colored and
diner Only stayed to save a little money for Enough gas to make it to the East Coast That's when I saw the brightest pair of Deep blue eyes walking
sir tea and some soup yea) All in all it's all in my head Verse one: big boi You know it's that high guy, from east p.i. Spittin the realness of reality
John Hardy was a desperate little man, He carried two guns ev'ry day. He shot down a man on that West Virginia line, You oughta seen John Hardy gettin
, killer to the eardrum I puts the needle to the groove, I gets rude And I'm forced to fuck it up my style carries like a pickup truck Across the clear blue
ask Freres Jacques Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques A dorme vous? A dorme vous? Watch out now when I choose to speak I'm forming the cipher fly East to
