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Big Legged Woman (Jimmy Reed) · Long Legged Woman (Mungo Jerry) · The Eight Legged Groove Machine (The Wonder Stuff) · Armed & Legged (Jackdaw) · Three Legged Dog (The Cruel Sea) · 'Legged (The Beautiful Girls) · The Eight Legged Groove Machine [18 Tracks] (The Wonder Stuff) · Three Legged Dog (The Cruel Sea) · Love Is a Four Legged Word (Asleep at the Wheel) · The Eight Legged Groove Machine (The Wonder Stuff) – and 90 other albums »


Yes I've got me a big legged woman, that solid rocks my soul
Yes I've got me a big legged woman, that solid rocks my soul
And every time she turns
Yes I've got me a big legged woman, that solid rocks my soul
Yes I've got me a big legged woman, that solid rocks my soul
And every time she turns
strutting round with your head held high
What you trying to prove, girl?

Black haired missy
Big brown eyes
On my knees, mama please
I'm a regal man
strutting round with your head held high
What you trying to prove, girl?

Black haired missy
Big brown eyes
On my knees, mama please
I'm a regal man
As the plot thickens it gives me the dickens
Reminiscent of Charles, a lil' disco-tech nestled in the ghettos
Of niggaville, USA via Atlanta, Georgia, a lil'
they all call him sweet pappa Willie dear 
Stronger than Samson I declare 
'Til the brown skinned woman 
Bobbed his hair 

Big Bad Bill don't fight
Willy Dear
Stronger than Sampson I declare
Till a brown-skinned woman's bobbed his hair

Big Bad Bill don't fight anymore (No, no, no)
He's doin'
by down and out
Spent my money, took my car
Started tellin' her friends she gon' be a star
I don't know but I been told
A big legged woman ain't
have no kinda luck
If it wasn't for real bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all

Wine and women
Is all I crave
A big legged woman is gonna carry me
call him sweet papa Willie dear
Stronger than Samson I declare
'Til the brown skinned woman bobbed his hair

Big Bad Bill don't fight anymore
Well, he
But a tall drink of water will get me by
A tall drink of water with big dark eyes
Baby nothing's as wild as a woman
With a broken heart
I'm just
No, I'm not good lookin', but I'm some sweet woman's angel child

She's a mighty mean woman, to do me this a-way
She's a mighty mean woman, to do me
down and out, down and out
Spent my money, took my car
Started telling her friends she's gonna be a star
I don't know but I've been told
A big-legged
stop now
For sure ain't no doubt
Keep an open mind - let it all hang out

It's raining inside a big brown moon
How does that mess your baby up leg
can't stop now
For sure ain't no doubt
Keep an open mind - let it all hang out

It's raining inside a big brown moon
How does that mess your baby up
the blood
Of the women they love
There's white wearing the blood of the brown
But every woman learns to bleed from the womb
And we bleed to renew life
come down ruffneck like this now seen?
Mad Lion hold tight

[Chorus]
Brown skin woman, you a queen, not a hoe
Any man that drop the lyric what we
to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch

I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags
I got it sellin' nickel bags
Real killer, drug dealer
I got it sellin'
I think I can speak for all men when I say
There's something exceptional, unique
About a woman

Your cold, big smile
Those pretty brown eyes
coming down the stairs, looking mighty grand
With a big brown suitcase in her hand

I said, "What's goin' on, baby, what's the deal"
She said, "I just
Hydro indo (buddha!) 
Hah cocoa yo ya ya yo! 
I need some brown weed (lady) all day 
I need some brown weed (jenny) 
I need some cut (lady  lady)
was sure to go"

"The Distinguished Flying Cross upon Colonel Charles A. Lindberg" 

"Panicked investors ordered their brokers to sell at whatever
doctors fake sperm
Like Charles Dickens there's a lesson to be learned
Beware, the maggot 'cause the worm has turned

All of the youth shall witness
don't even play wid
me like that Yo
Verse 1:
We spit rap and fire brown paper bag
gat rap go whack and float acrooss the map
floss that anything yell
high, watching Fargo
A lady cop and some hit men
A quarterback that coke like Big Ben
To a bunch of a dirty niggas like Pig Pen
No Charlie Brown