Lyrics:
Django, and his rhythm so refined
Got a tune in my ear, and a spring in my step
Got a song in my heart, a secret well kept
No blues can touch me, no sorrow
I had a dream about my man last night
And my man came by the studio
And his name is
Busta Rhymes in effect, Shaheed is in effect
Phife Did-awg is
Champagne for the pain rose out the bottle campaign for the gang we the legends of tomorrow
Mr. Active and the Jazz boy YBE and Vacant Lot too niggas with me
I write her off, looking for some closure
Yeah yeah yeah
I write her off, looking for some closure
Oh oh
Laid back, drink slow sippin' blue goo
She's
Why a blues show, very few blacks show
White folks from the front to the back row
We know what we know from the radio
Jazz show, even a rap show
Can
hand
And the blues fell, mama's child
Tore me all upside-down
Blues fell, mam's child
And it tore me all upside down
Travel on, poor Bob
Just
hand
And the blues fell, mama's child
Tore me all upside-down
Blues fell, mam's child
And it tore me all upside down
Travel on, poor Bob
Just
by yourself you'll be singing the blues, blues, blues, blues...)
Whoa-ho-oo-whoa-oo-oh-ooo! Ooo-whoa-ooo-oh-ooo-oh
Whoa-ho-oo-whoa-oo-oh-ooo!
And the blues fell mama's child, tore me all upside down
Blues fell mama's child, and it tore me all upside down
Travel on, poor Bob, just can't turn you 'round
And the blues fell mama's child, tore me all upside down
Blues fell mama's child, and it tore me all upside down
Travel on, poor Bob, just can't turn you 'round
And the blues fell mama's child, tore me all upside down
Blues fell mama's child, and it tore me all upside down
Travel on, poor Bob, just can't turn you 'round
right hand
And the blues fell mama's child
Tore me all upside down
Blues fell mam's child
And it tore me all upside down
Travel on, poor Bob
right hand
And the blues fell mama's child
Tore me all upside down
Blues fell mam's child
And it tore me all upside down
Travel on, poor Bob
trabalhou, mas não se entregou
muito ele, lutou e também.
Criou, inventou o blues e branco
estranhou, inventou o Jazz e o branco.
Até gostou, depois de um
in, let it play and let me blow your mind
It's the dominant conglomerate, prominent and I'ma get
What I gotta get, twist another sweet and bob
in, let it play and let me blow your mind
It's the dominant conglomerate, prominent and I'ma get
What I gotta get, twist another sweet and bob
that I know I've never been to
But it rained plus he, felt the pain like me
Influenced by PE & BDP
Ice Cube, Roy Ayers & Bob Marley
My headphones then,
on me
Aye and I just keep the bandz on me god damn
B.O.B. this a lifestyle we ain't playing fair
Nelo G steady throwing bandz in fuckin air
Aye aye and I
So bob ya head now, if you stuck in the slums
A put ya head down, when ya running from guns
They want ya dead now, buried under the sun
You put your
And the blues fell, mama's child
Tore me all upside-down
Blues fell, mam's child
And it tore me all upside down
Travel on, poor Bob
Just can't turn you 'round
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Southside, what y'all niggas know about the dirty south?
One time
[Chorus]
Lord forgive me, for I've sinned
Over
in, let it play and let me blow your mind
It's the dominant conglomerate, prominent and I'ma get
What I gotta get, twist another sweet and bob
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Southside, what y'all niggas know about the dirty south?
One time
Lord forgive me, for I've sinned
Over and over again,
the strangest sight I'd ever seen
I was standing by the jukebox
I watching the club empty out
When somebody tapped me on the shoulder and said
Hey man it's
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