Cannonball She came down from Birmingham one cold December day As she rolled into the station you could hear all the people say There's a gal from Tennessee
Yo I ain't hearin nothin, Kool Keith in the place I'm a be all up in your face Yo, I'm a tell you, I don't wanna hear what you got to say 'Gwan from
losses Hauling niggas asses off in coffins with that One, two, three, 45.'s Six, seven, eight, nine milli-meter Ten, eleven, twelve gauge pump nigga One
a scar hard Thinkin I be wimpy, I just simply rip em far apart Ansaars in New York, I know that you know that you are God This brother's from Chicago
arm for shit Marijuana when you drive, feel the fogginess I'm about to cause a war, a cannibalistic thing Feel this thing, shit, at night, you hear the
sorry that I did it I'm sorry I got caught! you don't wanna get lost in the city where I'm from it's plenty of white chalk in... CHICAGO!! CHICAGO!! CHICAGO!! CHICAGO
It all starts in them muthafuckin streets With the shooting up, bang bang From the quiet neighbourhoods to them loc'd out compton gangs From they mommas
much ass at the Playaz Club More champagne, Mr. 4-Tay? From day one, I had to get my money right Me, Fly and Franky J we took a airplane flight, huh They wanted to hear
-- just a little bit longer Now the promoter don't mind And the union don't mind If we take a little time And we leave it all behind and sing One more
on the brink Of destruction From Chicago to Toronto She's the one that they Call old whatsername She's the symbol Of resistance And she's holding on my Heart
confused What's number one What's number one? I'm a fine one to be talking Dig the mastermind You see even if you hold the key The door's locked from
Chorus On a cold and grey chicago morn' A poor little baby child is born - in the ghetto On a cold and grey chicago morn' A poor little baby child is
just what you want Lay back, listen to the B side, slide, glide Do whatever you want, get out your lighters We be the rhyme writers, starters from the heart of College Park New York, Chicago
Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear the lonesome hoboes squall They're traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball She came down from Birmingham one
She came down from Birmingham one cold December day As she rolled into the station you could hear all the people say "There's a girl from Tennessee,
s no you, she's no you No one's ever gonna get to me Oh, the way you do Now baby, can't you see That you're the one, the only one Who's ever made me
can?t hardly blame ?em it must be a bitchCounting the crosses off down in the ditch This one?s got flowers, this one?s got a wreath This one?s got a name
it Said, how you think they'll take it when I hear all about it Rebel Joe, Wighead Jane. Where will he go and where's the brain Este noche, enchillada, in Chicago