Lyrics:
WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE BLUES
Words and Music by Gordon Pogoda and Bob Martinez
I was countin' the turns of the world
Wond'rin when the boy meets
the blue, the cash
Nerf gun with a clip, made him do the dash
He was black too, he ran like a flash
If your name is jazz, I'ma beat your ass
Bitch that can
King Coast, Bob, Bob, a hundred plus
Still runnin' numbers up, still done enough
But it's still like I ain't done enough
Keep them blue face hunnids
noticed was - pure music
Untampered with by things showbiz does older
Thugs showed us stuff
Like how to hold a plug
Juice from the street light
It almost
on the bank of the river downtown
staring across at the lea
I cuddle my miss and I blow her a kiss
she gives a curt nod to me
The water flows by with a hum
mixed jazz blues and pops
And the salsa fusion, he's lady's shoe producin'
Plus he teamed with rob Thomas for a music revolution
On the 7th day, it was
nobody who don't fuck with the Vision
I see them put in work to discredit me
U Never rise by bringing others down, reality
Can't give you
who ran, looked a lot like me
She walks these hills in a long black veil
She visits my grave when the night winds wail
Nobody knows, nobody sees
Nobody
Pressed my lips on your sun-burnt skin
On a road by the river bend
Standing underneath the dead end sign
We swam around underneath the moon
sleep won't come
The whole night through
Your cheatin' heart
Will tell on you.
Jambalaya (On the Bayou)
(Hank Williams)
Goodbye Joe, me gotta go, me oh,
bar room, down on the corner by the square,
They were serving drinks as usual and the usual crowd was there.
To my left stood Joe McKennedy, his eyes
here
I can make it anywhere, yeah they love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicano's
Right there up on Broadway, pull me back
something good
But I shoulda had another mechanic under my hood
If you see me walking by you, boy, don't you even speak
Pretend you on the sofa and I'm
for the best disaster
Where I go it dont matter
Simon Phoenix check my demolition mamma
Oh Aeroplane, take me far away
B.O.B. yea
Oh B.O.B. my head as I
Man, I've been riding through the country for a while now
Ain't nothing like home, but y'all make everywhere fell like home for me
Let's go
They
Every time it rains, all I think about is you
I wanna call you but you're gone
And like the sky I'm feeling blue
Can't let it stop me, even in
to walk
Clear view, dark tints
Hustle by the park bench
White top, blue tops
Niggas I don't call friends
('Til they called it love)
Called my niggas,
to walk
Clear view, dark tints, hustle by the park bench
White top, blue tops, niggas I don't call friends
('Til they called it love)
Called my niggas,
screwed up like a toolkit
I got it with me no builder Bob
Run it up when we kick it like Finish Line yea
let me hit then I dipped now she in denial yea
But
goes to unthought-of dimensions
Why's it so fly? 'Cause hip-hop kept some drama
When Butterfly rocked the light blue-suede Pumas
What by the cut we
goes to unthought-of dimensions
Why's it so fly? 'Cause hip-hop kept some drama
When Butterfly rocked the light blue-suede Pumas
What by the cut we
of favors, yeah
Blue Note Table
Watching jazz on the xylophone
40 Dog, need a chain for my microphone
Chill is gusto, this that 99
Headed to the stu'
With
or blue
Too young to vote
I did not have a clue
Politics at recess
A friend told me man
You gotta vote for Bob Dole
He's our only chance
But then my
room
And you don't even mind
Looking by my side
Your dad would've taught me the slide
Do you want to listen to
Jazz on my record player?
I want
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