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Bum Bum With Bam Bam Rhythm (Delroy Wilson) · Bump Tiddle Dee Bum Bum! (Tex Ritter) · Der BUM BUM Song (Gerry) · Bum Bum with Bam Bam Rhythm (Bum Bum w/ Bam Bam Rhythm) · The James Cotton Blues Band (James Cotton) · Dealin' with the Devil: Best of James Cotton (James Cotton) · 35th Anniversary Jam of the James Cotton Blues Band (James Cotton Blues Band) · Cattle and Bum/Live in Manchester [DVD] (Peter & the Test Tube Babies) · Yo! Bum Rush the Show (Public Enemy) · Turds on a Bum Ride, No. 6 (Band of Joy) – and 90 other albums »


This is the story of bee
You tea fool Mango
Cotton & how her
Marma-lady voice got 
Stolen by one DJ 
(dodgy) Queenie Nylon 
Day-glo Doof only
been kissed
Never been kissed by a lady called Amy

You're far out, you're fab and insane
A woman of the world, it's quite plain
My dad told me Amy's
jumping off bridges 
pony pasture cuts our knees 
chased by bums and ghosts on bridges 
pony pasture cuts our knees 
chased by bums and ghosts on belle
Bet she had a nigga with her to help her old ass

As James Baldwin says
You can only be destroyed by believing
That you really are what the white
I never wanted to be 
A man of mystery
My life's an open book
by James Joyce and Agatha Christie 

Sometimes I get confused
Somewhere around
Bet she had a nigga with her to help her old ass

As James Baldwin says
You can only be destroyed by believing
That you really are what the white
I’m a good field nigga
I made a flower for you outta cotton just to chill with you
You know I'd go the distance, you know I'm ten toes down
Even if
the ends did ya favors
Damn, why you want to stick me for my papers

Cheryl "Salt" James:
Would have gave you the world now you can't catch a crumb
How
a fucking hit
Send a nigga home full clip,
traumatized by the whole trip
Boatload full of cocaina
Got some wolves 'round and some hyenas
Bought a AK like this
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies

Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
Fire!

Riding in a cab but I'm dreaming of a slab
Cooking ounces at a time, pussy nigga do the math
Ten ice chains, Prince like James
The day I
Everyone wants to be a cowboy 
Grab your guns boy 
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies

Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen 
You shot
the real world
And as for the little girl, and cousin named James Earl
They had to make ends meet, startin from scratch be	
While pops hold the cash, moms is
Scotch and soda, a twisted plot
Bums and cops, covers and quilts
Pillows and blankets, cottons and silks
Mind so heavy hope the bed don't tilt
Cuts
by the ooh man, just working on my skin tone
The fuck you expect from the butterscotch boss when I floss,
Rap game Randy Moss in the cotton candy Buick
that did it
He used to be a nice looking dude, the ladies' choice
He would charm them all with the sound of his voice
He's not a sucker, a bum
class no more."
What's on my mind is a bum eating out the trash
Asked for a quarter, I kicked him in his dusty ass
What's on my mind is "I hope" he said,
G.I.s dressed with automatic rifles and fully armed for battle, fanned out on maneuvers through the woods, backed up by a dozen Blackhawk attack
a clothin' line" but I'ma chill
'Cause when cotton ain't sellin' pussy always will
And these women they be knowin' the deal
That's why these niggaz be
crew hit, fuck you thought'
Bum bitch smokin' that Newport
Hoe keep talkin' 'bout 'fuck me''
Man, fuck that bitch
Hoe told you she ain't fuck me'