So love me mother, and love me father, and love my sister as well So love me mother, and love me father, and love my brother as well The sea said goodbye to the shore so the sun wouldn't notice The seaweed that wrapped its arms around you The carpet on

Aiyyo it's the immaculate conception Busta Bus himself And nuttin other than the godfather, spectacular X to the Zizzle That's what the fuck it is, 'nuff said YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! I want to see you motherfuckers put your hands up Stretch bitch like you doin

They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one There is a house in New Orleans My mother was a tailor Sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs

Mother and father I wanna make you proud Brothers and sisters Let me scream out loud I love you all I love it, yeah Thank you for everything I love it, yeah yeah yeah I've never been religious

Does anyone care? Doo doo doo do, doo doo doo do And we didn't give a damn 'Cause we were raised My mother, my mother she'd hold me Did she hold me, when I was out there My father, my father, he liked me Oh he liked me, does anyone care? Understand the

Oh, oh, but sweetness follows It's these little things, they can pull you under Readying to bury your father and your mother What did you think when you lost another? I used to wonder why did you bother Distanced from one, blind to the other? Listen

Bad boys, bad boys Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do When they come for you You chuck it on that one You chuck it on this one You chuck it on your mother and You chuck it on your father You chuck it on your brother and You chuck it on your sister

Sometimes goodbye is a second chance Tell my mother, tell my father I have done the best I can To make them realize This is my life I hope they understand I'm not angry, I'm just saying She waved, said, "Why are you always running in place"

Good mornin' 'lil school girl, Tell your mother and your father, I'm gettin' me an airplane, can I go home, can I go home with you? I'm a little school boy too Woke up this mornin', woke up this mornin', I didn't know what to, I didn't know what to do

I been dogged and I been driven ever since I left my mother's home My poor father died and left me, my poor mother done the best that she could I'm a drunken-hearted man, my life seems so misery I'm a poor drunken-hearted man, my life seems so misery And