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a hip-o-holic, he smoke 40 blunts
40 kicks a blow, 40 pounds of grapes
Give me 40 feet and a ounce of space

Water, water, water, water
Water, water, water,
A fine day for the classroom and the pupils are here 
Julie's got a headache but the others don't care 
Sarah's got to stay behind and help with
and high boots
With an embroidered star

And today he's forty years old going on twenty
Don't look for the grey in his hair
'Cause he ain't got any

He's got
and high boots
With an embroidered star

And today he's forty years old going on twenty
Don't look for the grey in his hair
'Cause he ain't got any

He's got
so rapidly,
Well, he said "Oh my, it's do or die, I've got to learn that auction cry,
Gonna make my mark and be an auctioneer."

Twenty-five dollar
Since he's been here he's followed ev'ry rule and I
Told you my position
The law says he's got the right to go to school
We abide by the court's
let me lawyer wipe that case away
Oh, he wiped that case away

I told my lawyer, "I got 40 on me
Is you trying to go to court for me?"
These niggas
got to get used to living on the lam 

Now Mary's out the door with a loaded forty four in her hand
Shooting down the law that shot down her dear
at by a whore
Ah, but still not a sniffle or sob

Well, his novel was refused, and his movie was panned
His big Broadway show was a flop

He got
laughed at by a whore
Ah, but sill not a sniffle or sob

His novel was refused, his movie was panned
And his big Broadway show was a flop

He got sent
at by a whore
Ah, but still not a sniffle or sob

Well, his novel was refused, and his movie was panned
His big Broadway show was a flop

He got
Now Amos Moses was a Cajun he lived by himself in the swamp
He haunted alligators for a livin' he just knock 'em in the head with a stump
to move my records to 54 states 
Got more work than the mayor do (mayor do) 
it stick to niggas that talk shit 
like a baller they bitch hair blue 
Got
Baby baby baby, what's wrong with Uncle Sam?
He's cut down on my sugar, now he's messin' with my ham
I got the ration blues, blue as I can be
Oh
Baby baby baby, what's wrong with Uncle Sam?
He's cut down on my sugar, now he's messin' with my ham
I got the ration blues, blue as I can be
Oh
got where he is by turning lab mouse inside out

[Chorus]
The things we do and have to do
The things I do for you
And what you do for me too
tight like she walked off the poster.
Kells caked up make her call me the baker.
Man he a hater, she gun see me later.
He got good intentions, but not
forty sons
Though most of them feel victim to the cruel harpoon guns
Ah but he was too much wise to get caught by the gunners' eyes
And so he lived
better.
Well she ran into this guy who was down at 54
Had a lot of gold and chains and he got her in the door,
And he knew so many people, and he made
(Tracy Jacks) saw a Harley Street doctor
(Tracy Jacks) who prescribed healthy living
(Tracy Jacks) but he's getting past forty
(Tracy Jacks) and all
Yeah here comes Amos
Now Amos Moses was a Cajun
He lived by himself in the swamp
He hunted alligator for a living
He'd just knock them in
(Tracy Jacks) saw a Harley Street doctor
(Tracy Jacks) who prescribed healthy living
(Tracy Jacks) but he's getting past forty
(Tracy Jacks) and all
Old man knocked on my front door
With my teenage boy and a couple more from up the road
He had him by the collar
Said he caught him shootin' beer
It was night and suddenly I felt like dancing
I took a cab to show me to the disco scene
He said: o.k.
You wanna see those crazy people
Hastling
Son
But you get hungry like anyone
So if you're what they've all said
Then turn these rocks Jesus to bread

By the Word of God man was shown
He