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Uhh, Killa, yo
You got to wonder man, what is all this shit really worth?
Y'knahmean? Uhh, uhh, you ain't got ya man here to share
It wit, yo, fucked up man, yo
I've been on both sides of burglaries, guns out and choked up
Man, this shit'll get you choked up
I'da been shot at, got at, backed stabbed, coked up
Almost doped up but had no guts
So I pimp all these hoe sluts
When they period come, it get slow but so what?
I got big plans to blow up
I'ma love this year but blood ain't here
We would puff grass, plus hash, cut class
To fuck ass, dough, we had enough cash
Little cats, he would see our dreams
Eighteen wit the three eighteen, that's blood, y'all
He had hot gear, rock yeah
Now that he's not here, I feel that it's not fair

Fuck, see 'em at the crossroads
Wanna see 'em drive across roads
Poor, stole, then floss mo', had to tell a few niggaz
My man was a hell of a nigga, [Incomprehensible] wit the triggers
Whatever ethnic problem, dawg, better check it
Little Cam, it's just bloodshed resurrected
Death to [Incomprehensible], "Logic", I said
Four months, got 'em some head right in the bed
Listen dawg, I'm beyond dead
This ain't even me spittin', this Derek Wright and Armstead
For my fam, keep it up, those that fell, pick 'em up
They been here, that's whassup, tomorrow's my promise
To my streets, hold it down, all these hoes, hold your ground
Let's act brave, get it now, tomorrow's my promise
Yo, yo, I never had fights in rings
I just had fights for rings, ice and bling
I done spent nights in bings now I realized Christ the King
Ain't no righteous thing but how I get the right to sing?
And the streets be talkin' like Donahue
Clowns, they belong on Comic View
That's why they Feds onto you when they form they assembly's
You stuck on the block like the ave got parenthesis
Course everybody gotta war story
I swear to God, I hear more and more stories
I'm in Jersey, the crib, four stories
Add a fifth one in case the fourth one bore me
I done ran through the NBC's, CBS's, 3GS's, VVS's
Baggetteses, princess cuts, diamond layers
And I never said, I'ma player
But I been down wit messy action
Similar to Jessie Jackson, the threat would happen
Ma kept resistin', I had to bounce wit my shit, man
I'm scared of commitment
I'm a hustler, work in the closet, work in the kitchen
Outside, workin' and pitchin', work on the block
Even put the work with a glock
Work on the toilet, I'ma workaholic
For my fam, keep it up, those that fell, pick 'em up
They been here, that's whassup, tomorrow's my promise
To my streets, hold it down, all these hoes, hold your ground
Let's act brave, get it now, tomorrow's my promise
For my fam, keep it up, those that fell, pick 'em up
They been here, that's whassup, tomorrow's my promise
To my streets, hold it down, all these hoes, hold your ground
Let's act brave, get it now, tomorrow's my promise

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The members of Cross Canadian Ragweed -- Grady Cross, Cody Canada, Randy Ragsdale and Jeremy Plato -- have known each other pretty much since kindergarten in the band's hometown of Yukon, Oklahoma. They all wanted to get out, and music seemed like a good escape. When they all had graduated (except for Ragsdale, the youngest member), they started jamming at a party, and Cross Canadian Ragweed was born. Yukon as a rule wasn't a very musician-friendly town, but they had one notable local squarely in their corner: Ragsdale's father Johnny.

"My dad was a guitar player. He played with Bob Wills and a little bit with Reba McEntire when she was first starting out," says Ragsdale. "He really didn't want me to be a drummer but I insisted. I found a set of drums in a neighbor's trash one day and hauled them into the cellar. He kind of figured out after about a year that I was serious and finally got me a new drum set. And when he met Cody, he realized his talent and how seriously we wanted to take music, and he really pushed us. He completely drove us up the wall, but later down the road, we realized he did it for a good reason."

Once the band got its chops they moved to Stillwater, Okla., where acts like Mike McClure's Great Divide and singer-songwriter Jimmy LaFave had established enough of a local scene to earn Stillwater the nickname "North Austin" (or, depending on your perspective, "West Nashville"). Inspired by McClure's self-penned Great Divide songs (and more than a little by early Steve Earle), the band quickly grew out of its Merle Haggard and classic rock covers and began focusing on Canada's uncommonly honest and straight-forward originals. A potent foursome of albums -- 1998's Carney, 1999's Live at the Wormy Dog, 2001's Highway 377 and 2002's Live at Billy Bob's Texas -- collectively sold more 70,000 copies to date. Combined with the band's average of 200 gigs a year, Cross Canadian Ragweed cinched a place at the top of the Texas-Oklahoma music totem pole.

"We're a little more rock 'n' roll than other people [from the Oklahoma/Texas scene], and that's not a bad thing," laughs Canada, whose Southern-fried lead guitar licks betray his love of heroes like Stevie Ray Vaughan, Pete Anderson (of Dwight Yoakam fame) and Eddie Van Halen -- not to mention the fact that he's been playing since he was 8 years old.

After building a huge concert following in Texas and Oklahoma, the band decided to look into signing a record deal. In 2003, fledgling label Universal South released a self-titled album (produced by McClure) that the band recorded prior to signing their record deal. They released Soul Gravy in 2004 and Garage in 2005.

Their offical website is at www.crosscanadianragweed.com.

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