Lyrics:
Here's a picture that we took in Cincinnati
The time we saw that big league baseball game
Here's a picture that we took in Printer's Alley
Down in
of the alley, Mama, I could talk some trash
I was the prince of the paupers, crowned downtown at the beggar's bash
I was the pimp's main prophet, I kept
Well me and Homer Jones and Big John Talley
Had a big crap game goin' back in the alley
And I kept rollin' them sevens , winnin' all them pots
faces I've never seen but yeah,
That's totally my alley of California vibes, you know?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Familiar faces I've never seen
Billion dollar baby
Rubber little lady, slicker than a weasel
Grimy as an alley, loves me like no other lover
Billion dollar baby
Rotten little
Adventure seeker on an empty street
Just an alley creeper, light on his feet
A young fighter screaming, with no time for doubt
With the pain
Well they chased her down the alley
And over the hill to steal her will
She was hot as Georgia asphalt
When the "A" crowd came to adore her brain
starve 'cause momma can't be found
Sister lives alone, bolts and chains the door at night
Never ever walks an alley or a shorter way
See how the world
Unlike most of the songs nowadays that have been written up in Tin Pan Alley
That's where most of the folk songs come from nowadays
This, this is
Well they chased her down the alley
And over the hill to steal her will
She was hot as Georgia asphalt
When the "A" crowd came to adore her brain
Yeah, say, listen ... [spoken words – Lonnie Johnson]
Yeah … [spoken words – Elmer Snowden]
Come on, let's you and I go way down in the alley …
And your rope is a-slidin' 'cause your hands are a-drippin'
And your sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys
Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys
could paper a matchbox
With the money I use
At the school I attended, I got into fights
I was beaten in an alley on a cold winter night
The teachers
'cross the alley, there was a poundin' on the wall
It must have been Don Pasquale makin' a 2 a.m. booty call
To break a trusted heart like mine was just
the children of the Korn (stop fucking with me)
Dropping smoke in the alley, making noise with the double pump (uh)
Bring your boys to the party we can
that cardiac
You can't see me, baby boy, you got that cataracts
I'm right here, straight out the hood just like an alley cat
Since everyone's a king,
nigga)
Got bitches outta state, nigga, flipping them bricks (flipping them bricks)
Been in the Caddy, been in the alley (uh-huh)
Nigga been on the block
Hearts are being twisted
Another lover cheated, cheated
In the bars and the cafes, passion
In the streets and the alleys, passion
A lot
can't bring me back, you can't bring me back
'Cause I gave it all back to you
Through sacred alleys, the living wrecks
Wreak their havoc upon this
in the alleys
Look into the shadows, and you'll see the shape
Of me
I am behind you, I'll always find you
I am the tiger
People who fear me
of a deep, dark hole
Driven day and night in circles
Spinning like a whirlwind of leaves
Stealing in and out back alleys
Driven to another den
Tall Sally
He saw Aunt Mary coming and he ducked back in the alley
Oh baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh baby
We're havin' some
nothing in rambling, either running around
Well, I believe I'll get me a good man, o Lord, and settle down
I was walking through the alley with my hand in
kill it, kid
Out in the alley and in the streets
All the gals and boys you meet
They want to kill it, kid
Hot mama, let's kill it, kid
Yeah, kill it
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