Old Clarence was a corn fed Sunday school teacher At the Cheephill Church of Christ A God fearing fence clearing, hay slinging Hymn singing, back breaker all of his life Came in early one night, find his pretty wife In the arms of another man There's hell to pay when a good ole boy goes bad In a smoke filled late night club by the river Sat a stranger dealing five card stud He was a big talkin', fast walkin' fly by nighter There to take the money and run They caught the fella cheatin' So they set him up a meeting With his maker in the promise land Nobody sees a thing when a good ole boy goes bad The good book goes out the window When the gloves go to the floor His give a damn to be a righteous man Don't give a damn no more Under that blue collar There's a big ole long red tail It hides the truth, but it bleeds through When a good ole boy goes bad Now old man Taylor was a fourth generation Crop growin' son of a gun One dry summer Uncle Sam come a runnin' Wantin' money but there wasn't none He put a crop in the hollar When night came he watered By fall he had the cold hard cash When times get hard Sometimes a good ole boy goes bad The good book goes out the window When the gloves go to the floor His give a damn to be a righteous man Don't give a damn no more Under that blue collar There's a big ole long red tail It hides the truth but it bleeds through When a good ole boy goes bad The good book goes out the window When the gloves go to the floor His give a damn to be a righteous man Don't give a damn no more Under that blue collar There's a big ole long red tail It hides the truth but it bleeds through When a good ole boy goes bad It hides the truth but it bleeds through When a good ole boy goes bad

Good Girls Gone Bad" (Feat. Drake) Since BIG ain't here, I'mma do it for T'yanna And put roses on the grave for Kanye's mama This for all the lost girls locked up in the pen All the girls that hold it down, gettin' beat on by their man Respect women, I don't care if they a 2 or a 10 We don't beat on Kat Stacks we just bring it to an end And we don't wanna see Nicki fighting Lil Kim There's missin' women out there, let's just focus on them This song is dedicated to Natalee Holloway I feel for her Daddy, so I wrote this on Fathers Day I know she gone, but she ain't far away I just had a daughter, pass me that cigar 'Ye I'm about to tell a story, everybody parlay Sit back, listen while I kick it, the Compton Boulevard way My daddy used to beat up on my mama all day So I took my chronic out and slept in the hallway I learned this the hard way When police came our way, my daddy had his act on Like it never happened: (Broadway) Plus I was kinda scared to keep it real with you Now my mama good, nigga, she ain't gotta deal wit' ya You want some money? Nigga I ain't get a deal wit' ya You ain't sayin' nothin', you like a still picture You better thank God you still breathing air cause You coulda went out, like ya boy Steve McNair Don't make the good girls go bad, no Don't make the good girls go bad, no (I, wont) If you don't, you gon' really love us (I said I wont) Please don't use us, dooon't Good evening, I'm in Chicago at the Elysian With some girls that say they models, but hmm... I don't believe 'em Who's still gettin' tested? Wheres all the women at, could still remember who they slept with? Where's all the girls too busy studying to make the guest list? But when you do go out, you still working with what you was blessed with Do it girl, I'll be your King, be a Queen Latifah I love ya ass like Milhouse love Lisa I love ya ass like the ninja turtles love pizza Ironically enough, you something I want a piece of You got it girl, this song remind me of Kat from Philly A girl I used to love but still she started acting silly Her hearts a lil' chilly, she a little too carefree In 10 years, who's paying for all that therapy Umm, nigga not me! Yeah, I'm probably not the man you take me for But I bet I could be if you make me yours Most of the shit I say is true When I'm done with bad bitches I'm coming straight to you Good girl Don't make the good girls go bad, no Don't make the good girls go bad, no If you don't, you gon' really love us Please don't use us, dooon't Drizzy, I'm sittin here watchin' Basketball Wives Like ugh, them is basketball wives? Only cute one, Gloria, that's my nigga Matt Barnes chick Can't swim in that poon fool, that's a crucial conflict Never sleep with the wife of niggas you eat with And never buy a chick a bag on the first day Or pop a bottle with her on her birthday And tell her ass, get on That type of shit'll get you spit on I don't hit on girls, I just hit on girls Like "hey lil mama, come in Game and Drizzy world" "Get busy girl, drink that Rose til you dizzy girl" She walking round the club all lost like "where is he, girl?" He on the top of the charts next to Beyonce Right under Kanye, so let the Dom spray That's your girl, nigga go on make her cry Soon as you do, I'm pulling up in that Porsche, like "Lets ride" Don't make the good girls go bad, no Don't make the good girls go bad, no If you don't make the good girls go bad, no Don't make the good girls go bad, no If you don't, you gon' really love us Please don't use us, dooon't Word on the news stand, Alicia got herself a man And that's my nigga Swizzy, know you see Game and Drizzy Surrounded by them diamonds, Imma cold mackin Nigga its a cold climate, don't ask me where the crime went Just tell me where them dimes went So I can get em fitted, let em beat a bridesmaid at the wedding for my niggas Yeah I'm married to the game And she married to my chain, watching Boys In The Hood

You're a lady, you're an angel Bringin' sunshine to my life You're closest thing, heaven that I've ever had Oh, but sometimes, you're a devil When you reach out and dim the lights An' I say, mmm, mmm, you're so good when you're bad You would never hurt anybody You're too gentle sweet and kind Still I keep on doin' things that make you sad But you don't hold out on your feelin's When there's lovin' on your mind An' I say, mmm, mmm, you're so good when you're bad I could say that you're the perfect woman And if it's not, it's just because of me 'Cause I'm hung up on the perfect woman An' I don't know how I deserve to be I see other pretty women An' Lord, they still, they look good to me An' there are some ladies that can drive some men mad But when an angel let's her hair down Oh, that's something else to see An' I say, mmm, mmm, you're so good when you're bad An' I say, mmm, mmm, you're so good when you're bad

We'd get up before sun-up to get the work done up We'd work in the fields 'til the sun had gone down We've stood and we've cried as we have bristly watched A hailstorm beatin' our crops to the ground We've gone to bed hungry many nights in the past In the good old days when times were bad No amount of money could buy from me The memories that I have of then No amount of money could pay me To go back and live through it again In the good old days when times were bad I've seen daddy's hands break open and bleed And I've seen him work 'til he's stiff as a board And I've seen momma layin' in suffer and sickness In need of a doctor that we couldn't afford Anything at all was more than we had In the good old days when times were bad We've got up before and found ice on the floor Where the wind would blow snow through the cracks in the wall And I've walked many miles to an old country school With my lunch in the bib of my overalls Anything at all was more than we had In the good old days when times were bad No amount of money could buy from me The memories that I have of then No amount of money could pay me To go back and live through it again In the good old days when times were bad In the good old days when times were bad In the good old days when times were bad In the good old days