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Sell, Sell, Sell (David Gray) · Sell, Sell, Sell (David Gray) · Late Date with Ruth Brown (Ruth Brown) · R+B = Ruth Brown (Ruth Brown) · Only the Best of Ruth Brown (Ruth Brown) · Rockin' in Rhythm: The Best of Ruth Brown (Ruth Brown) · Ruth Brown/Miss Rhythm (Ruth Brown) · R+B = Ruth Brown (Ruth Brown) · Late Date with Ruth Brown (Ruth Brown) · Rockin' in Rhythm: The Best of Ruth Brown (Ruth Brown) – and 90 other albums »


Ah but old brown says that she must wed a Marquis or a Lord,
And I don't suppose it's ever one of those things I will be
But by jingo next election I
squeeze, please
 Lord, I love you, I need you, yeah
 Yeah, right by my side
 I need you here by my side
 But I can't help it baby
 But I'll be home soon
you must lie in that county jail
Where I can't get to you by visit or mail

So squirm, with discomfort, wiggle and cough
Six days of madness, you
some of this old flamboyant shit, check game-
It`s another one of them drought spots, a ha-bin cost is like fuck it 
Niggaz taken loses that they can`t
to feel this way
If I can't love my baby, I can't live another day

Yeah I've loved her for such a long time, to end it all this way
Sittin' here so
some of this old flamboyant shit, check game-
It`s another one of them drought spots, a ha-bin cost is like fuck it 
Niggaz taken loses that they can`t
raid, Bone, we got roaches
And Fonzie can't rumble, yeah
And by the way you can have Bryant Gumble

Babe Ruth was good against the white boys
But he
mommy and daddy protect you
And keep you save from harm

Brown baby
Brown baby
It makes me so glad
That you will have things
I've never had
When
Monday,
it ain't trickin if you got it dats wut I say, you say?
I say and wut I say goes

'Cause I'm a hood nigga,
I keep dat purt by the pound,the
what you got
and if I like it I'll cop

[Fifty]
Damm nigga, you hot
you talkin' like you tryin' to get a nigga knocked
what time is it? man, it's
Live from California it's the Madlib Invasion, let's go!

This exercise in freedom is called The Liberation
I keep it fly by a process of elimination
you must lie in that county jail
Where I can't get to you by visit or mail

So squirm, with discomfort, wiggle and cough
Six days of madness, you
of that brown paper bag money
Try and front as if you in the jag money
For the cash I'll blast anybody that

Brown paper bag (that that that that)
powered aero plane,
Oh the wheel went around, up and down, and inside and then back again.


Sittin' in a 747 just watching them clouds roll by,
Can't
There's a bottle on the dresser by your ring
And it's empty so right now I don't feel a thing
I'll be hurting when I wake up on the floor
But I'll be
When we were introduced by your girl Ruth 
I knew that you got down 
Skin caramel complexion 
Lips chocolate brown 
I'm wondering now 
Would you
it, you ain't did it
And if you did, then that's family business

And I don't care 'bout (all the, all the diamond rings, diamond rings)
They don't mean
slip 

You'll be using all your teeth for poker chips 

So wiggedy word wiggedy word I don't smoke the herb 

And if my hottie smokes the shit I'll
send out bills
His only ambition it seemed was to find sure cures for aches and ills
Why nearly half the folks in our home town
And yes I'm one of them
I need you, yeah
Yeah, right by my side
I need you here by my side
But I can't help it baby
But, I'll be home soon
I'll be home soon, yeah
All
yourself you're gonna try and stop 
Eatin meat and you'll see you can't compete 
It's the number one drug on the street 
Not crack, cause that was made
this way
If I can't love my baby, I can't live another day

Yeah I've loved her for such a long time to end it all this way
Sittin' here so lonely, tears
The Town 
Hood Nigga 
And I Keep A Bad Bitch Around 
Thick Bitch, Long Hair, Yellow, White, Red, Brown 
Hood Nigga 
And My Chevy Sittin On 24's 
Flats
{Hook - Sleepy Brown (Bubba)}
A fifth of Beam when you celebrate (That's white thangs)
I'll be fine, didn't hesitate (That's white thangs)
Sippin
the shame and he laughed and went his way
Now no one knows where she's at her folks sent her away
If there's not a hell there ought to be
Widow Brown worked