and long and lonely But she's waiting on the other side And I'm an hour closer to Sarah in the summer And joyfully I ride, joyfully I ride I climb through George
and the press, and the abolition of the right to silence. Machine gun toting police on our streets TV cameras watching your every move George Orwell
(Tom Blackburn/George Bruns) He was born on a mountain top in Tennessee Greenest state in the Land of the Free Raised in the woods so he knew every
Killin big bids offa a gangsta hunt Don't front, what do you want? I push a trick with a stunt We got out of town hits, and like George likes Pits 'cause
bad mutha fucka (Hehe) (Hahaha) I got hookers by the hand Four-five at a time But they're the ones paying me By the end of the night Pimps hunt me
North Georgia raised on southern baptist morals in a front row pew for the Sunday roll call now everybody praise the lord i grew up learned how to hunt
interviews) You know I keep my ear to the streets so it's up to me to bring you the truth I saw a movie were George Bush had a bearded man on his squad
out, focus, see you come back triple When we O.T. cut it with bakin soda, acquire now Strategize, gettin paper like the chivey Jamacians And them George
a sec We need everything wet Don't give a fuck about what you said It's off the rilla my nigga Contracts, dope pillas, it's all about the skrillas From George
, and even the haters admitted I can spit it This rapping is a sport to me Break it down importantly Whiter then a kilo bitch I'm bringing Boston George
I know better, I don't know better [instrumental] The bartender looks like George Best Many of them do Well look at the way that George went astray
beloved in this here town Now the union boys are there To protect us from all the corporate type While curious George's drug patrol Is out here hunting
(Bob PiPero/George Teren) She left more than just her lipstick when she walked out Her memory keeps haunting me that's why I'm hunting you down It's