(Sylvester / Clarke)
Heading out on my way to nowhere
just a traveling man
Hitching rides along the highway
from whoever I can
Gotta stop someplace somewhere
and put some leather on my shoes
They're the only pair that get me there
any horizon that I choose
I know when the cold wind blows
my coat will keep me warm
I've got no woman's love
to call my own
I saw you lying there
a cast-off from another man
So I picked you up took you home
and home is on my back
Lonely hobo lullaby is my song
Lonely hobo lullaby gets me along
My shoes my coat my jeans
and anything else I own
We're a family without a tree
no roots to hold us down
verse 1
verse 2(Petey arguing with cop)
"All inmates are asked to stay inside the cell"
Hey dog, you think I could make my phone call?
Hey look, what you need to do is sit down
I just wanna make my phone call
Just sit down -
Hey, I get a phone call for this motherfucker
Fuck you
Hey fuck you too ya bastard
I just want my fuckin phone call
"Sgt. Ellis : Please come to the front gate"-
[Verse 1]
I got his ass didn't I?
told him my plan didn't I
thought I was playin wit him
now he ass out and payin shit that nigga stank didn't he?
smelled like some old spoiled meat didn't he?
when they found him - took bout a motherfuckin week didn't it?
down in a motherfuckin creek didn't they?
Mr. Roberts found his ass out fishin Sunday evenin' didn't he?
gift-wrapped in a sheet didn't he?
Roberts got out of there so fast they didn't ever find his boat did they?
I'd like to flip the hood night didn't I?
disrespectful-ass nigga like to ran up on my slab didn't he?
y'all didn't even know I had that thing did ya?
y'all just seen mad niggas haulin-ass across the field didn't ya?
(hey, hey, hey!) that shit pulled a lot of cards didn't he?
especially that bald-head tight t-shirt wearin ass Cindi didn't he? (punk)
that nigga ran in up his girl didn't he? (yo what happened)
took her home and ran the train on a trick didn't I?
(sung chorus in the background, man talking man talking over)
you are now rockin wit one of the most real motherfuckers in the rap game
97 -Petey Pablo or Petey Too Small as we call him down in Greenville - ya
with this new shit "Didn't I" -ya
boy that boy has done a lot of things
Petey- tell sumden else you did
[Verse 2]
thought I was playin didn't ya?
I did everything I said didn't I?
I got out of prison and got a major record deal didn't I?
you didn't believe me did ya?
ya'know I know you didn