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When It's Sleepy Time Down South (Louis Armstrong) · When It's Sleepy Time Down South [History] (Louis Armstrong) · Louis, Louis & Louis (Louis Armstrong) · Basin Street Blues (Kid Koala) · Basin Street Blues [Fabulous] (Jack Teagarden) · Basin Street Blues (Pete Fountain) · Basin Street Blues (Harold Dejan) · Basin Street Blues (Louis Armstrong) · Basin Street Blues (Benny Goodman) · Basin Street Blues [Quadromania] (Jack Teagarden) – and 90 other albums »


blowing through the pinewood trees
And the folks down there live a life of ease
When old mammy falls upon her knees
It's sleepy time down south

Steamboats
tell my baby I'm up here in St. Louis
Oh, but I'm just as blue as I can be

Now bluebird, when you get to Jackson
I want you to fly down on Shannon
tell my baby I'm up here in St. Louis
Oh, but I'm just as blue as I can be

Now bluebird, when you get to Jackson
I want you to fly down on Shannon
and borrowed money
Sleepin' on the street there ain't a damn thing funny
Hand me down food and hand me down clothes
A rockabilly past of which nobody knows
This way was different shit, I ain't afraid to face that
This time, made up my mind, on my grind
On some James Brown, it's the Big Payback

Four by four,
ducking when you running or they gonna hit ya
Them West side guys will get ya
Burning the rubber off the 20's before they get with ya

Them South side boys
Abusin, confusin and beatin it
Son, I know about these streets and shit
Don't test me
I don't let time stress me
Remain on the even kill, I'm in the realm
Meanwhile Chuckie beats it down the alley by the chicken packer's
By the time I reach the corner they've all vanished
Just a deaf kid talking like Popeye
Meanwhile Chuckie beats it down the alley by the chicken packer's
By the time I reach the corner they've all vanished
Just a deaf kid talking like Popeye
done with this - you feel me?
And then I'ma sic my son on y'all, ya heard me?

[Master P]
Real niggaz see through these fakers so it's time to expose 'em
Whole Midwest, Detroit, nap town, St. Louis
Chicago of course, west side holla at me
South side wild honeys, you know what it is Ohio
Columbus holla at ya
color blue or red
And wanna do what them other ballas said
To make some snaps, I mean to make some money
To break it up on the street, but this game
color blue or red
And wanna do what them other ballas said
To make some snaps, I mean to make some money
To break it up on the street, but this game
and dad
So I was out on the grind
On the 279
Trying to show my songs to the world
Inspired by the streets
Fell in love with the beats
I never had time
Yo, S-B I think it's my time
You know why? My tears have dried, 
And I know that no weapon formed
Against me will prosper and I truly
Believe
felon ya bitch
From the cold hearted streets of the LBC 
To a mansion in the south down the street from my nigga P
See, real niggas recognize
felon ya bitch
From the cold hearted streets of the LBC 
To a mansion in the south down the street from my nigga P
See, real niggas recognize
already, I can prove it
So when they hear my voice, they all know I come to do shit
Mia X representin', puttin' it down for the south
Keep a shank in my
And get ready to clown,
Nigga call up the homies,
It's about to go down

(Chorus)
Keep one eye open,
Cause the streets don't sleep,
If the streets
the little locs are getting a little too loc'ed
And when it comes to dust, they kick up the most
Say the wrong word 
Then whistle down the street to your
dance
But I look like my gramps when he fell in the plants
And my 'Wela didn't think it was funny
I was tryna hold my laugh down deep in my tummy haha
the little locs are getting a little too loc'ed
And when it comes to dust, they kick up the most
Say the wrong word 
Then whistle down the street to your
Sell my soul 
Not for no cars and gold 
I been through it 'cause my scars is old 
Remember the time 
I used to puff dimes 
And think the law was
a slow blues rhythm

Like a heartbeat you'll always be with 'em
When you're married to the blues, boy,
Your guitar is your wife.
It's like that fine
they tryin to eat
Yo ain't it a nice day to take a walk in the street
Lets go

Blue skys, sunshine
What a day to take a walk in a