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(Somebody got to help me ?)
Tell me who, who's gonna fill their shoes? (know what I'm talking about)
Tell me who, who's gonna fill their shoes
Down at Johnson's Creek 
The trees grow tall 
Like a man who feeds his soul on Your word 
And I can look in the water 
I can see the stars fall
down, airing out the ride
got a loaded 45 inside
that keep for protection when I'm riding by
My Smith and Wesson got a scope too
and I may have caught
There´s an oil well down on Johnson´s road
Where we´d go to be alone
I never thought i´d go there by myself
I stood there calling out your name
you, got somethin' Lord that'll honor you
Blow your little head off while you're tyin' your shoe
But back in the kitchen, Pyrex's
Occupied by
Words and music by Willie Dixon

The gypsy woman told my mama
On the day I was born
Oh, you got a boy child comin'
Oh Lord, he's gonna be a sun
(Alvin) The bass is center solid as a rock
(Christian) When your body starts moving U know U just can't
stop
(Vic) It's played with the soul not just
balls
I'm reminsing on my homies who been lock tight
Or got light
Behind trying to feed their family one night
It's not right
Suppose you watch your mamma
I'm Big Willie, you silly Sally from the valley
Ain't nuttin changed... wait a minute, I'm a liar
The crib is definitely doper and the girls a lot
I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire
"Wicked"

Don't say nothing just listen
Got me a plan to break Tyson out of prison
You going my way
Intro:
[willie d]
Flip flop ass niggas
Ah yeah
Geto boys and outlawz
Recognize the mob nigga
I don't fuck with you
So put your hands on me
[scarface]
this
I wreck shops and got props from New York to Cali
I'm Big Willie, you silly Sally from the valley

Ain't nuttin' changed, wait a minute, I'm
I land on the concrete with bloody pants
Lord please, give your homeboy a second chance
Baby need a new pair of shoes, and a college fund
My p.o.
a fuck
Cause if your mom offers me the pussy
She's stuck
Now that's the type a nigga I am
I'm always game to run a train
Goddamn!
Six different hoes
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
Get your money right then you add it up
We grab the bull by the horns make him back it up
We holler
Full
God sure is good, ain't he?

Willie D:
Sure is

Pastor:
Well we gonna ask you to put all you valuables in this here cup
And pass all your other
nobody know
I see your chest up out the casket not on the floor
I'm asking my Lord the same ole questions why you had to go
Now everytime I hit that wood I
down, hand me my cake, dusty, bake, activate
Fuck your corny debates
I'm like cake or maybe like ten thousand dollar rabbits
The kid walked through,
Praise the lord, I was born to travel
Feeling like Slash in front of the chapel
I’m leaned back with the Les Paul
Shit I smoke is like cholesterol
That's a gun pointed at your head

Wanted man by Lucy Watson, wanted man by Jesse Brown,
Wanted man by Nellie Johnson, wanted man in this next town
died young, for trying to to hang
On the slaim's of our slums
And outcome, as mommy neals, sitting on the front row
Hoping god will accept your soul
sister be the first one to get smoked
Then I grab your grandma by her weave hair
And whip her old ass with that wooden leg she wear
I'm from the bloody
(dear lord) 

I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar
(no shit!) 

I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar! 

By two o'clock,
the most knowledge will obtain to touch top dollars
Hold me down, hand me my cake, dusty, bake, activate
Fuck your corny debates
I'm like cake or maybe like
done been slam dunked on ya
You did a lot better on the corner
Cause I can tell by your game, you ain't a baller uh
I done be shot the three-pointer