Lyrics:
Stack O' Dollars Trk 14 2:53
Sleepy John Estes
(James Estes)
Sleepy John Estes - guitar & vocal
With: Noah Lewis - harmonica
Jab Jones - piano & Yank
blood from a leech
Spoken rabies
Spastic, plastic, battery acid
Yank on the leash
Draggin' you backwards
Oh, my closed eyes
Never see it comin'
says you'll regret it?
One yank on that udder
Will land your butter
In a sling
First one's free
Cow junkies take heed
Cash Cow, coming to getcha!
And give you the which stall
They give me the mate call ( oh baby )
You yank tall
Love is me, but hates y'all
That's why I'ma take all, what pops in
Every Sunday Is A Competition Me See Nuff A Dem A Gwan Like Them In A Name Brand That De Sinten Whe She Where Come Out A Some Chunk Bottom With The Yank
around
From where you're sittin' tell me how you think you possibly know?
The way it feels to get turned away
Never enough, it's day after day
Yank
general ah mi
Get up and do di ting, I mek yuh gyal bi yank on mi
No matter what dem say, no tek no chat, mi no agree
Súbelo, tensión
Muévelo
But then we hit the bed and she obsessed with foreplay
Hey, she tryna be a lil' player, think she cute too
But I'ma yank her out the game like a loose
yay yay yay
Yank em, when he thinking he better then Nina
I gotta spank em, shank em with the thang
For thinking that we'll come & give up the game
(All night)
Mystikal, don't hurt 'em now
Grabbing at my pants, you trying to pull it out my pocket
Don't yank on the motherfucker so hard, you're
tell em niggas line up
I yank on 'em and throw the Birdman sign up
I seen tha hot spitta, he in this off season
He got the cheerleaders, they like
can you blow my back out? "
And I'm like "Yea but don't trip if I happen to yank a track out"
When I get done it's smooth sailin once I pull that 'Lac
tell em niggas line up
I yank on 'em and throw the Birdman sign up
I seen tha hot spitta, he in this off season
He got the cheerleaders, they like
the Energizer Bunny
Shake that, shake that, move it all around
Spank that, yank that, dutch back now
Freak him, freak her, whatever ya choice
Didn't come
Ships, cars, planes, tanks
North, south, east and west
Turn the wheels and tanks
For the millions of Yanks
From the factory to the mine
thangs
Domain
This dame brings mo pain
Door chain
Broke after the door rang
Must be on cocaine
Insane yanks will mess up yo thang
No brain bitches will
credibility, your overkill
You ain't real, talkin bout keep it gangsta
Phony, if you knew the gangstas sent me to shank you
Gank you, yank you, tie up your
the way
Earth days, it could portray
Celestial tug of war
Perpetual yank and pull, for rule
Calamitous
Io, a fiery game
Battle for throne
now crazy bitch
Followed me to my
Main thang's domain
This dame
Brings more pain
Door chain
Broke after the door rang
Must be on cocaine
Insane
Yanks
Every Sunday Is A Competition Me See Nuff A Dem A Gwan Like Them In A Name Brand That De Sinten Whe She Where Come Out A Some Chunk Bottom With The Yank
Don't run, I'm gonna chase you (Chase you)
Point blank, that's how the Yanks do (Yeah)
Brand new shrink, had a breakthrough
Brand new mink for
The cadillac stood by the house
And the yanks they were within
And the tinker boys they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
Then we turned
a lariat
Carry me home sweet chariot
With you
Angel toss your rope around
Yank me up from the ground
Sound the trumpets, send a hue
Ascending angels
the Yanks
And drink their wives
The moon is clear
The sky is bright
I'm happy as the horses shite
Up came the Bottle of Smoke
Twenty fucking five
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