And it's a long, long way to the top But when you come down, it's one headlong rush You've got an itch to scratch the shiny bits of light Hanging like
We went down to the old part of town By the stinking canal and the cotton mill Under a ghetto palm with her bicycle shorts on With a gesture she said
Cigarettes and carrot juice and get yourself a new tattoo For those sleeveless days of June I'm sitting on the Cafe Xeno's steps with a book I haven't
I hate my generation I offer no apologies I hate my generation, yeah I hate my generation I picked it up and threw it away I hate my generation now It
This is the golden age This is the golden age This is the golden age This is the golden age This is the golden age This is the golden age
Let's pick it up Let's pick it up Let's pick it up Let's pick it up Well, the year of the redneck mama It was announced by the sign of a comet Hanging
[Unverified] on up, and there's a stub on the sky Ooh, you can still come and bring me coffee in the morning You can still come and make me chicken fried
I'm so fucking sick I'm the king of the world I'm a genius of useless stuff Some people they gotta work Well I just hang around Dreaming up useless stuff
Sweet thistle pie Sweet thistle pie It's been a long time since I had sweet thistle pie It's been a long time since I had sweet thistle pie She claps
Where ya going to? If you want me let me take you Where ya going to? If you want me let me take you 'Cause in my life I got nothing to believe in Except
Tradução: Galleta. La Edad de Oro.
projects yo I watched my uncle Greg put D's on his six-fo' I washed it on Monday so he bought me a gold chain Shopped crack and watched "Colors" and I
re one hit away but he didn't know The Game was pitchin Balls faster than roger Clemens nigga you're too big for your bitches Two gold albums and I'll
never played the games, fucked hoes and tricks Niggaz think with they dick and get hit for licks We mob for life, straight scarred for life "Space Age
I give a fiend a Good Book, instead of the crack That's the gold mine, negativity can't hold mine The black bear's headed for the gold mine (look out,
to it And I?m gon show you how the Westside do it In the A, not Cali, Bankhead, Simpson Valley Every crack in every alley, sellin crack to every Tom,
gold better than stylin in the cold it aint no rolls,so wont get stoled but you wont see me walking on no side of the road VERSE 3 at the age i am now
