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by gosh, I'll never night-herd again.

Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea.

Feet in the stirrups
by gosh, I'll never night-herd again.

Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea.

Feet in the stirrups
by gosh, I'll never night-herd again.

Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea.

Feet in the stirrups
was riding he was singing this song

Whoopee ti yi yo, get along little dogies
It's your misfortune ain't none of my own
Whoopee ti yi yo, get along
bring us back to
So do la fa mi do re (Maria goes up scale DoReMeFa)
So do la fa (Maria Soltii) (la soo) (ti faa) (mi ree) ti doo
So do
bring us back to
So do la fa mi do re (Maria goes up scale DoReMeFa)
So do la fa (Maria Soltii) (la soo) (ti faa) (mi ree) ti doo
So do
sevens mack holder spray seven at your back soldier
I walk through the club like everybody pussy
Yeah T.I. with me snatching everybody cookies
When we get by, we'll make it by
When we get by with love
I look in your eyes, when I look in your eyes
I know what your thinking of
Tis a beautiful
Meat on the Moon
A barbecue tune
It's out of this world
I hope we get there soon
Stranded by Apollo Seven
I'm a hungry astronaut

Left alone
to be servin'" "What you doin'?"
"Mob-mobbin like a motherfucker"
"Tis the season, to be servin'"

Short than a motherfucker snatched up by one-time
Mob-mobbin' like a motherf***er
'Tis the season to be servin'

Short than a motherf***er snatched up by one-time
Make a phone call and be back to ball by
Mob-mobbin' like a motherfucker
'Tis the season to be servin'

Short than a motherfucker snatched up by one-time
Make a phone call and be back to ball by
need me

[T.I.P.]
I don't want none of that king of the south's hit for one for T.I.P.

[T.I.]
Man T.I.P. your a** get locked up every chance you
need me

[T.I.P.]
I don't want none of that king of the south's hit for one for T.I.P.

[T.I.]
Man T.I.P. your ass get locked up every chance you
tails
Round up the horses load up the check wagons
And follow the doggies on the lonesome old trail
Yippy ti yi yo get along little doggies...
[ harmonica
Lazy Mary you better get up"
She answered back, "I am not able"
"Lazy Mary you better get up
We need the sheets for the table"
"Lazy Mary you
bring us back to
So do la fa mi do re (Maria goes up scale DoReMeFa)
So do la fa (Maria Soltii) (la soo) (ti faa) (mi ree) ti doo
So do
sevens mack holder spray seven at your back soldier
I walk through the club like everybody pussy
Yeah T.I. with me snatching everybody cookies
the D to step back
Unless they be deranged, dough

Rae me fa so la ti dough
The chiza rarely do missa
Money earner isa
Barn burner

Highlighted by
[T.I.] 
Yo, uh. [Repeat: x12]
A come on, T.I.

[Neptunes]
Come on. [Repeat: x2] 
I said come on, come on, come on, come on.

[T.I.]
A hour
the horses, load up the chuck wagon
Then throw the little dogies out on the long trail
Whoopee ti yi yo, git along little dogies
It's your misfortune and none
(John Lennon, Paul McCartney)
[All This and World War II, Various Artists, 1976]

Damn this bloody war. Periscope up. [spoken by Ringo]
Little by little by little by little by little
Little by little by little by little by little

You're messing up my life
Tearing me apart
Hey, hey
Get 'em up, get 'em up
Come a ti-yi
Hey

Went off to high school
When I was thirteen
I was kind of advanced
If you know what I mean
Ran into
my love won't quit

I'm the queen of fools
Know the deck is stacked
On a losing streak
But I'm a-gonna get you back

Little by little by little