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Farmer Boys The Good Life

good life now this is the high life now I can see with my own eyes that it's a good, good life this is the good life now this is the high life now can

Da 5'9"] New money, quite powerful mic module Green ducats, black models, white bottles Packed house, you lookin at the wrong nigga Long digits, we can bet the farm who farm

like 'where the paddle at?' Got a rhyme overload Rah Digga always front ya Leavin' niggaz stuck like I was acupuncture Got niggaz from the hood, thinkin' shit all good

ya doin', boys? Won't you come on in! Hell, I ain't even wearin' a gun, haven't done that for so damn long. It feels good, boys, just to have you around

's the bite that hurts Thunder's just a noise, boys lightnin' does the work The thunder's just a noise, boys lightnin' does the work Ahh yeah Gonna getcha Getcha good

He lives his life down on the beach, his grilfriend's got the skin of a peach. He likes a good time and he knows how to get it, rolls his own, you've

natural history She should have been the last But she was just the latest If she wanted to be a farmer's wife I would endure that muddy life I would

where the paddle at? ' Got a rhyme overload Rah digga always front ya Leavin niggaz stuck like I was accupuncture Chorus: Got niggaz from the hood Thinkin shit all good

and he was a guard at the Atmore state prison farm. Going up there for two weeks out of every summer we got to know some of them convicts pretty good.