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of sleeping
For twenty-two years my mum was doing the cleaning
Dreaming that her kids would have a better life
Go in bed at night, struggling with getting by
wouldn't have no kinda luck
If it wasn't for real bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all
Wine and women
is all I crave
A big legged woman is gonna
Oh well, look at here now
This just makes my day
Yes, a wonderful woman
She just walked by my way
Well, I was standing in that tune like a leaf
Makin plans to see ya soon when I know I'm dead wrong
Why oh why must I continue to be a hoe
When I got a fine yellow bow-legged bitch at the crizzo?
She
wanna call me but (we ah woman)
You know seh, more time, nobody can tell me seh I'm not a man by choice
You know what I mean? (Straight up)
Alright
down and out, down and out
Spent my money, took my car
Started telling her friends she's gonna be a star
I don't know but I've been told
A big-legged
favorite collaborators, Gerry Genius Charles, from Full Force who has worked on several of my Christmas albums. I auditioned for his group and they were
sipping Minute Maid peach by the waterside
Thanking God that I made it to be 25
I got a brown skin woman with some pretty eyes
I survived through a city
Me love them woman
Me love them
Me love them woman
Me love them
Me love them woman
Me love them
Me love them woman
Me love them
Me love them woman
Me
to my chosen under an apple tree
"Let's get married," I don't walk, I get carried
By a motorcade of voter-age women on rollerblades
In cute sleeveless
[Gun shots followed by screaming]
[Proof:]
Pow-pow! Straight off the corral
Now, the dirtiest street vet from the mile
Is vexed without the techs
Yo, can I hear this record by Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock?
Hey, man, you sure you wanna hear this, man?
You sure about that, man?
Alright
Right
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
But a tall drink of water will get me by
A tall drink of water with big dark eyes
Baby nothing's as wild as a woman
With a broken heart
I'm just
believe you ain't dead yet
I show more blind rage
Than Stevie Wonder and Ray Charles wrestling in a steel cage
("Yo this nigga's crazy!")
I got an artist
am I, a lady fair, I did wear red and brown
And I did leave my father's house to run with a boy from town
He's mounted on his big white horse and fast
doctors fake sperm
Like Charles Dickens there's a lesson to be learned
Beware, the maggot 'cause the worm has turned
All of the youth shall witness
Papa Willie dear
Stronger than Samson, I declare
Till the brown skinned woman bobbed his hair
Big Bad Bill don't fight anymore (No he don´t)
Doin'
to the end of time
Aw till the end of time baby
Oh my God she's in blue jeans gonna take the next train down to New Orleans
Big legged woman when she walk
life on a dirty brown piece of Berber carpet.
Dick's dentures on the ground chattering.
His toupee being carried off by the squirrels
Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee
You put it down like New York City, I never sleep
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown)
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Yeah you know what’s up
Apollo Brown, Bronze man, Boldy blocks
And I’d like to welcome
You to the Westside of Detroit
I just give ‘em a what up tho’
Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee
You put it down like New York City, I never sleep
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown)
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