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day I'd watch them beauties roll by
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry
'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black.

One day I devised
day I'd watch them beauties roll by
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry
'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black.

One day I devised
from Arkansas who wouldn't listen to his Ma
When she told him that he should go to school.
Well He'd stay away in the afternoon, take a little walk
camoflauge
Dark ceaser holdin' my nuts, played the buildin' front
Fifth of Henny, throw a little snow in the blunt
Just growin' up schooled by O.G.'s, holdin'
ugly
Go to sleep now you little fool
Forty-winking in the belfry
You'll not feel the drowning
You'll not feel the drowning

Forget you once had
a crazy little child, New Orleans Alley playground
Grimy faced, he watched the hookers cry
Winos were his friends and when he talked to them
They said,
day I'd watch them beauties roll by
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry
'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black.

One day I devised
[Chorus]
He was a crazy little child
New Orleans Alley playground
Grimy faced
He watched the hookers cry
Winos were his friends	And when he talked
It was back in nineteen forty-two,
I was a member of a good platoon.
We were on maneuvers in-a Louisiana,
One night by the light of the moon.
wanted was a showbiz child

The seventh of December, nineteen-forty-nine
They got what they'd been wishing for all of the time
He grew up in a trailer, by
Sure little buddy, I can lighten up your load

You half it up, I'll hit it up, I'll take it down the road

Never had a better combination been
Dedicated to my son, that's about to be born
So by the time you people hear this record, my son'll be born
And I gotta teach him about life
day I'd watch them beauties roll by 
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry 
'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black. 
One day I
Don't let her cry
Don't let that little girl cry

Bootzilla's here! 
The world's only rhinestone rock star doll baba! 
I wanna be your toy.
I
NARC's on a nigga back missin me by inches
And they say how do you survive, weighin one-fifty-five
in the city where the little niggaz die
Tell mama
AQUARIUS! 
There's travel in your future when your tongue freezes 
to the back of a speeding bus 
Fill that void in your pathetic life by playing
by the words on the page - I know!
Some birds don't deserve to be caged
They gotta fly away and search for the waves
Bein held down is worse than
niggas hate me
And lately I been letting a bunch of shit ride
But fuck that where my muthafucking forty-five

Hook 2x: (We Ready in background)

I sold my
I'm country
Well there's a little word and it fits me to a t
I don't know how you spell it but its country and that's me.
I laugh when I'm happy
forty below on these cowards, early nigga
Outlaw status only got these niggaz on freeze
Get down and lay down, Draw heat and protect your self
Rule'
to the sky

Little thing now here you are
Starin' at me with those baby eyes
All you do is sleep, eat and cry
But one day, you're gonna be askin' me why
the sunrise, first to hit the block, 
Little bad mothafucka with a pocket full of rocks. 
Learn to throw them thangs, get my skinny little ass kicked,
and yelled "Dawg they sold me a 40"
Yeah, you know that I was the man
Buying the contraband with a fake ass hologram
No more looking for bums, standing in
gon' cry
Before Paulie doin' time
Cause Paulie gon' ride
Back in the field he got his 40 on him
Watchin' out for tinted windows when they pull up
little nigga, what you smokin on?
Only 14, product of a broken home
Out late, tryin to tell me that you're makin your livin
Tryin to see how much weed