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Under the dark sky too
Stars a rising
When the night comes

Everybody knows 
It's better in the midnight hour
Wilson Pickett says it's better
In
real gone
I'm real gone

Wilson Pickett said:
"In the midnight hour,
That's when my love comes tumbling down"
Solomon Burke said:
"If you need me, why
Tex
He said, 'Don, try to *'Hold To What You Got'

But *'Ninety-Nine and a Half' won't do
Like Wilson Pickett said

I tried, *'A Lover's Prayer'
Like
Just then florence nightingale dropped her drawers and
Stuck her fat ass half way out of the window with a
Wilson pickett tune
And shouted get a load
I get skins and ain't talkin bout pork
Swine, pig, dick
Listen to the flow of a so-called negro
Who didn't know I was funky as Wilson Pickett
Dig it
know I was funky as Wilson Pickett
Dig it cause I get wicked

People wanna know how come
I gotta gat and I'm lookin out the window like Malcolm
know I was funky as Wilson Pickett
Dig it cause I get wicked

People wanna know how come
I gotta gat and I'm lookin out the window like Malcolm
know I was funky as Wilson Pickett
Dig it cause I get wicked

People wanna know how come
I gotta gat and I'm lookin out the window like Malcolm
know I was funky as Wilson Pickett
Dig it cause I get wicked

People wanna know how come
I gotta gat and I'm lookin out the window like Malcolm
can't afford, to get choked by the mic cord
I keep you drunk like whiskey, solve the mystery
ummmm, without Agatha Christie (there we go)
You think you
Pickett
So come again, come again my friend
If you live by the pen then you'll die by the pen
I'm gonna live to be a senior citizen
Why? Because my shit
wicked 
Thickness I stick it 
I'm in the game to make my name fame like Wilson Pickett 
Light that ass like Roy Jones when I be stompin' 
Big up to all
(P. Wilson, A. Watkins, S. May) 
Producer: Absolute 
Album: Twenty Four Seven (99) 
  
I'm feeling low, I tear out my hair
Walking 'round in
know I was funky as Wilson Pickett
Dig it cause I get wicked

People wanna know how come
I gotta gat and I'm lookin out the window like Malcolm
wicked 
Thickness I stick it 
I'm in the game to make my name fame like Wilson Pickett 
Light that ass like Roy Jones when I be stompin' 
Big up to all
know I was funky as Wilson Pickett
Dig it cause I get wicked

People wanna know how come
I gotta gat and I'm lookin out the window like Malcolm
Wilson like Pickett then stick it
She wanna check me when I'm lickin' your ass
And lickin' ya down to your clitoris
Do you remember this, bitch, I know
Wilson like Pickett then stick it
She wanna check me when I'm lickin' your ass
And lickin' ya down to your clitoris
Do you remember this, bitch, I know
the studio, word is bond
Been working on ya new album for two years strong
And still can't come up with the right song
You know what they say:'Study long,
lick it
And shwin-g it, like my man Wilson Pickett
I kick it, the Spanish Psycho's a lunatic
Rip a show, get the dough, and stick the hoe with my
firearms and one pound of marajuana
Apprehended by four US marshalls by the state of Washington

[C-Bo]
They thought it was over but it just started
And some
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
night
It had me shook drinking
Peppermint schnapps with Jackie Wilson and Sam Cooke
Then some lady named Billie Holiday sang
Sittin' there kickin' it with
I select
Can be a higher threat then a man in a private jet
Flyin by ya set goin dumb fast,
Since Pun passed I ain't found an MC to admire yet
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