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
Traduction: The Stanley Brothers. Blues Virginie-Orient.
-cques Mmmm, 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 the Five
. 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
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
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
up in East Virginia, now my friends say it's here to stay. I'm a three time loser. Caught it up in Monterey, shook it up in East Virginia, now my friends
(feat. Big Scoob, Bumpy Knuckles, Kutt Calhoun & Skatterman) [Introduction:] B. Boys and B. Girls stand up. Down South, Midwest, East Coast, West Coast
eardrum! [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
this that whitey cracker baby and ima tell you a tale about a court in virginia where you go if you mail dont matter where you from or what you sell they
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
