Lyrics:
Dig count Basie
Blow Joe's blues away
Every night, every noon, every sun, every moon
Yeah
Every way
Yeah
Everywhere
Yeah
I get the blues
themselves
But by depressed social and economic
Conditions: and we can always count on
The Communists to exploit those conditions
Poverty is probably
for a backbone. Then I had a dream about Count Basie but he didn't want to talk to me, he had a lot of hurt in his face he had a copy of LIFE magazine.
a tumor and the sooner that we shake it
The sooner you boomers keep us from going fuckin' apeshit
They make a bitch go from Coltrane to Body Count Basie
hectic
I catch vibes like Count Basie, sucker won't face me
I'm so much flavor you can taste me
I'm underground like a gutter
You never catch me,
Count Basie
Rhythmic sounds flow like Lake Eerie
Alterin any scientifical theory
Another like me well, I - never
You know why? 'cause I'm too damn
Stack'n up chips my Count on Basie
I rep Stocktown Manteca Tracy
I'm on the run I'm a go, Go
I'm on the run I'm a go, Go
I'm on the run I'm a go, Go
I'm
sound crazy (Fuck)
Bitch I'm Monmouth County made like Count Basie (Yeah)
The baddest at it in the upper apparatus
You just have to blast this, flex
giddy up,
Move out
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up,
Move out
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up,
Move out
Giddy up, giddy up
You better count your money.
Whats the move
Count ya steps before I shoot
Whats the move
Count ya steps before I shoot
Whats the move
Count ya steps before I shoot
Whats the move
up giddy up
Move out, giddy up giddy up giddy up
Move out, giddy up giddy up giddy up
Move out, giddy up giddy up giddy up
You better count your
giddy up
Move out, giddy up giddy up giddy up
You better count your money (Ghetto cowboy)
You better count your money
I'm peepin' Krayzie's 'Wanted'
When I hear a band blowin' basie
I can count on losing my cool
Take me where the rhythm is racy
Let me be a dancin' fool
Some prefer the café
O-P D-O, mothafuckin' double G
The coldest entertainer, gangbanger since Alphonz Capone (say that then)
Count money like Basie, police tryna chase me
O-P D-O, mothafuckin' double G
The coldest entertainer, gangbanger since Alphonz Capone (say that then)
Count money like Basie, police tryna chase me
giddy up,
Move out
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up,
Move out
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up,
Move out
Giddy up, giddy up
You better count your money.
Fuqua, Damien Marley
Trevor McDonald, The Black Stars
Angie Stone, Count Basie
Duke Ellington, Jackie Robinson
Bill Clinton, that's right I said it
There was Benny and Duke and of course the Count Basie
The melody was smooth and yes, very taste
There was Hap, The Prez, and Lady Day and
Dizzy Bird
and every move intentional
And im locked in
Look,
Thats a free throw Count It,
Fadeaway Count It
Halfcourt Count It
Finger-roll Count It
Allyoop Count It
the garbage bin
Should I feel bad for lying about my shirt?
'Cause in reality, I'm feeling really hurt
Need to move on but
I can't forget about it
I Need
giddy up,
Move out
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up,
Move out
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up,
Move out
Giddy up, giddy up
You better count your money.
Jonny he move on a schedule
Wake up and pop me a edible
Finish my count like a decimal
Addiction to money is medical
Keep it by keeping you skeptical
Once was lost
But now I'm found
Amazing grace with Blazing Sound
I'm blazing saddles, Basie Count
Seein' numbers on the street like
I'm the count
Whoa whoa
Da da da da da da da
Whoa whoa
I can't count on no one
They all want you to lose
I'm on top all of a sudden
Making moves yea I'm making moves
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