I'm on the Cross Bronx with Fat Joe and my man On the East side of town with a blunt in my hand Soundview, Monroe, Castle Hill, Bronx Dale Rose Dale,
by Gerry Goffin & Carole King The local rock group down the street Is trying hard to learn their song, They serenade the weekend squire Who just came
in the yard Just a snapshot of downhome Dixie Could be anywhere you are In Carolina or in Georgia Open arms are waitin for ya Louisianna yellow rose
" Share the joys of laughter and good cheer Christmas is the time to say "I love you" And a feeling that will last all through the year On the corner carolers
got all kind of hoes They wait outside of shows, strict after the diner close I'll get designer clothes, without the wine or rose Take off my baby blue mink, and Carolina
it Carol Oh Carol oh, won't you let this flower grow Don't kill it Carol Oh Carol oh, won't you let this flower grow Don't kill it Carol This wild
Sometimes it seems unimaginable That you were ever any other way With your white rose face and your orphan clothes Embroidered jeans and silver chains
I knew how Tall my smile would stand Turns out who I was not Is now who I am All the lights were on And this song is worse than caroling Lost my mind
rose vine is clinging to the gate Just a little bit south of North Carolina That's where my thoughts all stray To the one I love best in South Carolina
a toast to happiness Fill my pick-up bed with roses and back it right up to your door I'd write your name in candy kisses from here to Carolina If you
'm still here at the banquet hall, at the banquet hall Where the gun went off in the Carolina rain In the Carolina rain, in the Carolina rain, oh, Caroline
me clean but for my hat where the wailing of a baby meets the footsteps of the dead we're all mad here and the devil sticks his flag into the mud Mrs Carol
His flag into the mud Mrs. Carol has run off With Reverend Judd Hell is such a lonely place And your big expensive face Will never last And you'll die With the rose
that there How ya do that there How ya how ya how ya how ya how ya (Yung Berg) Chevy ridin high 24's still wet Dis a diamond chain baby No golds on the neck I rose
shit don't stank But lean a little bit closer See that roses really smell like boo-boo Yeah, roses really smell like boo-boo [Verse Two - Andre 3000] Caroline
Not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus through North Carolina on the way to somewhere. And it began to snow
flag into the mud Mrs Carol has run off with Reverend Judd Hell is such a lonely place And your big expensive face will never last And you'll die with the rose