Lyrics:
When I was a boy about the age of ten
Got some old records by the blues men
Found a big connection to my lonely life
I couldn't wait to learn some
Roll and Big Bill Broonzy
And "Really The Blues" by "Mezz" Mezzrow
And "Dharma Bums" by Jack Kerouac
Over and over again
And voices echoing late
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
on the record.
I'd written 'You really got me' as tribute to all those great blues people
I love: Leadbelly and Big Bill Broonzy. And Dave was playing the song
more bills in this
Bankin' his babies be blingin' and his boo be that big booty!
Big bust! Be in his benzo bronze and get big bucks!
I'm a black
(White chalk em)
Big city, big bossin' (Big bossin')
Big hits, no coughin' (No coughin')
It's blue bills, from my head and my back pocket
Got the game
Bloods thicker than water
What a price we had to pay
Dear Mr. President
You and your friends you all are crooks
Sellin out the poor man
The soldiers
licorice lip balm.
FATHER BILL:
Your lips look severely burnt.
UNCLE WALTER:
Dino Sore’s big baby blues pierced him through and through, causing him
the water and I love the bottom of the harbour where I live
I love the girls and I love the police and I love the inspectors inspecting stacks
I love the blue
the blue, out the blue, out the blue
Out the blue, out the blue, out the blue, out the blue
Out the blue, out the blue, out the blue
Its's one big
insecurities
That he pushed onto his late lovers, me and my brother
He was not a Coast Rider simply because he drove a big truck on an empty highway
To and from
back around
E-40 Water held his ground
Kept my foot in the fast lane
Flew uppidy on mesmerized
'cause I snuck up in up out the game
You makin' a 40
Four fifty-five, I drive by doin' a hundred
And I stay blunted
'Cause I do what I need
And that's the reason that they love me
'Cause I've been
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
[Chorus]
(I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick)
Yeah, big l is the first to represent.
Yo, on the mic is big l, that brother who kicks
Ah you hear this?
Ada big belly guy I telling be talking
By my side is my version Biggie Smalls Ya?
(no question, no question)
From Brooklyn Ya!
Breaker breaker 1-9
I'm a couple miles off your front door
Just past the credit card machine
I just paid the water bill
And them tanks are full
of the sights that leave you breathless
My life reflects this
Every day I wake up for breakfast
The feelin I'm feelin is the nexus
Blue skies and big shit
to him (Uh, huh)
OG gangsta
(Yeah) nine with the beamin' (Woo)
Body in the water shit
I thought that was streamin'
Couple Yonkers niggas
We brought our
here you won’t find Much wrong
Well it’s those big blue skies over Carolina
The crystal clear mountain spring water
It’s those emerald green pines over
melon in now
With a pistol so big yo it could lift
A hippo and knock an elephant down
Akh, I punch a lot, I'm tellin' you now
And that fake-ass ice that
The village has a junction station
I do agree with that placement
I bet it's a lovely creation
Virginia Water has fixation
It's as white as the days go by
For
bustin' slugs
We sure to stay in touch and clean your mess up
And if you from the West Coast, my n*gga westside
[Verse 3: Nas]
Game got at me about
know I
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Yeah, but now I'm back across the water
I'm in Sydney with somebody's daughter
Blowing sticky by the zips, and they
.jpg/259px-Big_Bill_Broonzy_(1951_publicity_photo).jpg "Big Bill Broonzy")
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