Grease - Pediko

C'mon It's been a long, hot summer For a hard-working John Deere man You're real tired, well, no wonder 'Cause you earned that farmer's tan While I been working in the garden You been melting all the ice in my sweet tea Well, look at what ya started All because you got a little thirsty Good God Almighty Boy, you got me begging like a ol' hound dog Buttered up and rolling, like a skillet Smoking up a kitchen down in Arkansas Yeah, we on to something, won't ya keep it coming Baby, I can handle the heat (I can handle the heat) Yeah, boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama Hot damn, four hundred degrees Now we cooking with grease And now we cooking with grease Let's slow it down, let me help ya Button down that blue collar Boy, your touch is burning up You make the kettle on the stove wanna holler Got me saying hallelujah (hallelujah) Like a good ol' girl is supposed to do But that hat turned back and them kisses like that Make it real hard to keep it cool Good God Almighty Boy, you got me begging like a ol' hound dog Buttered up and rolling Like a skillet smoking up a kitchen down in Arkansas Yeah, we on to something, won't ya keep it coming Baby, I can handle the heat (I can handle the heat) Yeah, boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama Hot damn, four hundred degrees Now we cooking with grease And now we cooking with grease Come on Woo It's getting hot in here You know who's bringing home the bacon Good God Almighty Boy, you got me begging like a ol' hound dog Buttered up and rolling Like a skillet smoking up a kitchen down in Arkansas Yeah, we on to something, won't ya keep it coming Baby, I can handle the heat (yeah, I can handle the heat) Yeah, boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama Hot damn, four hundred degrees Now we cooking with grease Yeah, we cooking with grease I ain't talking about no Crisco

Dig dig deep for yourself Dig dig deep for your soul Dig dig deep the black abyss Dig dig deep for your own soul What the hell's it mean? And I said, "Hey, you're looking at me." What the hell's it mean? Six dead horses chase you down Fourteen guns in your own town Thirteen men run after you Ten million babies your dad gave you Like the little beast in a smokened room Sat writhing in pain all afternoon Salt from his tears bringing the blood to the surface Like dark haired fears make their way to the surface What the hell's it mean? And I said, "Hey, you're looking at me." What the hell's it mean? And you don't have to stand by me And you don't have to stand, stand by me And you don't have to stand, stand by me And you don't have to stand What the hell's it mean? And I said, "Hey, you're looking at me." What the hell's it mean? Like the little beast in a smokened room Sat writhing in pain all afternoon Salt from his tears bringing the blood to the surface Like dark haired fears make their way to the surface Just the sight of the belt makes his kids start to sting Then one day we're feeling everything Trees outside weather the bark on the wood Like the callous on your heart dropped place where it stood What the hell's it mean? And I said, "Hey, you're looking at me." What the hell's it mean? And you don't have to stand by me And you don't have to stand, stand by me And you don't have to stand, stand by me And you don't have to stand

We've been here before In a gravel lot By the back door We move the same And we say the same things And the same song plays on the radio Whoa whoa, whoa whoa, whoa whoa Time for the show And the road was long and slow And I'm growing old I was a boy not long ago What happens to youth? What happened to truth? What happened to me? This song won't change a thing No, but the people want it all The dancing bear, the bouncing ball Oh, I hope they want it all Or the same song plays on the radio Whoa whoa, whoa whoa, whoa whoa Time for the show And the road was long and slow And I'm growing old And the highways take a toll Time for the show And the road was long and slow And I'm growing old I was a boy not long ago Whoa whoa, whoa whoa, whoa whoa Whoa whoa, whoa whoa, whoa whoa

Look And is 4life til I die Can't even sleep Without this 45 by my side Too many niggas done geh eat cah they is bly My younging Bussin after bab like they don't give a Fuck Eat a santo fo a bird I had to double up New bmmr truck I know ex bitch she mad as Fuck He come tru running up he mouth trigger Buss he Fuck It geh some lame does claim the squad but they don't ramp with us New kel Tec machine with a silencer If I grab with this wa the Fuck I gon tell my manager Wa I gon tell my youth so I do press gas I don't stop for nothing Trying teach these man to Deh some gwap buh they can't learn fo nothing So I ion gah bun me something Hop out with a 100 on it All you seen is ppl running Had to take he gyul inside the house cause Nothing sparing nothing Everything is joke round this Fucc til shot start beating Can't sleep he heart beating shell he up so they could fly he out Need shots ion buy them out New chop I gon send it down When it come to this drill shit is pure gun talk I doe talk bout Hit he in he leg with that shotty tell he walk it out No talk ion haul it out Leh we see who ballin now To tell the truth dawg when I look at it I gon just stick to my self gah most these man is bitch I gon just stack up my bread and buy another whip Thats why I rather fuck wit gyul cuz most these man is bitch To tell the truth dawg when I look at it The only time they bad is when these man in-front a broad Strap in my lap trap in my bag I on the Blvd Where ain no love for other niggas just me and my dawg Early morning on a bly Ain even eat ain brush my teeth ain wash my eye Just tryin geh money everything come after wise Buh otherwise I geh the Bly I on the rise now I on the map I doing roadruns Tryin build my store front We stuffing grams in this joint tell a bitch roll up Ain geh my gun inside da jam he gon geh poke up Ain geh my knife then wa de fuck I doing inside the jam Dese man does be playing wit dey life I never been the one If anything in life I always been the wrong one If you run up on block talking da fuck he gon geh choke slam And da Choppa gon bap off he fuck and done he life span To tell the truth dawg when I look at it I gon just stick to my self gah most these man is bitch I gon just stack up my bread and buy another whip Thats why I rather fuck wit gyul cuz most these man is bitch To tell the truth dawg when I look at it The only time they bad is when these man in-front a broad Strap in my lap trap in my bag I on the Blvd Where ain no love for other niggas just me and my dawg Yeah