The Nature of Virtue
Grew up in the ghetto in Cali
Were sellin dope has one technically
Tanqueray twice a week
2 keep a nigga like me on the run G
Dodging the police side
And whatchin the moves that jackers be tryin
Mom would cry when I leave the house
She said she had a bad dream, a king g took her out
She say they caught me one in the chest
I said mom did I ever shoot back
Now im on the neighborhood alert
I pack a fuckin 9
like mom would pack her purse
For the suckers tryin to catch me slipin
And like short dogg say I aint tripin
But I look at life kind
Blue Denim Soul
He said he was the grandson of Johnny B. Goode
Some thought he couldn't but I thought he could
He set his mind talkin' about Elvis lookin' like James Dean
He said a country boy rockin' ain't all that bad
You shake your leg or you wear you a hat
You bring the house down and you make all the pretty girls scream
He said a complicated rhythm folks don't understand
Just stomp your feet and clap your hand and play
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Blue, blue denim soul
Blue, blue denim soul
A country boy rockin' will get on a roll
Playin' blue, blue denim soul
He poured me out a helping of rhythm and blues
It was bad to the bone-you see to me it was news
Spreadin' wood sheddin' in pair of faded overalls
He said scratch your throat when you start to sing
You make 'em cry when you bend them strings
And one more thing I will tell you before I go
The only thing that you can count on are both of your hands
And having holes in your britches when the boys in the band are playin'
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Blue, blue denim soul
Blue, blue denim soul
A country boy rockin' will get on a roll
Playin' blue, blue denim soul