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him with his blunderbuss, all in the midnight chill
Along, along the King's highway rides Willie Brennan still!
him with his blunderbuss, all in the midnight chill
Along, along the King's highway rides Willie Brennan still!
rambler,
That the wise men knew as a slippery deal
And the kids called Willie the King

Sea behind me, fog's coming up on the river tonight,
Just
"Who gives a fuck about a God damn grammy?"

(Willie D)
Yo, Flav, I give a fuck about a God damn grammy
But them motherfuckin hoes won't hand me one
If I were a guitar, 
I'd like to be played by BB King
If I were a little dog, 
Rufus Thomas could walk me
Oh, but I'm a man, 
Who needs to be
My man Willie Willie Willie D 
Taggin up BDP with a fat marker 
And this is what's on today's charter 
Ha hah hah 
All the ladies in the place
I want a live in a place with a near vacant building.
Turn on the radio and hear my man Willie.
Friday night football stand up and cheer.
Go where
great big shoes? (tell me)

BB 'n Albert, and Freddie their the King
They ruled the world by bending those guitar strings
Johnnie 'n Lightnin,
(bouncing)
I'm Pretty Willie ? king poppa of this rap shit! (this
rap shit)

[Chorus x4]


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Do You Yahoo!?
Marty Robbins - El Paso; Waylon Jennings - Ramblin' Man; Roger Miller - King of the Road; Merle Haggard - The Way I Am. Now that's what I'm talkin' about.
buggin' out in front of Willie's Lounge
I been doing this since Nucleus was open
Coppin', they black well who knew what we was smokin'

Took a few pulls had
to Rodney King, I got they ass in slaughter
Insane is what I am
I'm like Silence of the muthafuckin' Lambs
Ganksta NIP ain't no bragger-boaster
Migraine
told her, I said it's cool, get at me
Come by the house and get nasty
I spit the real game
I rolled her in my Caddy when she yelled my name
I told
man a arm strong
But wait yuh arm green
Yuh haffi carry yuh family pon di scene
Brand new yuh see what I mean
World dance a done by di kings
how I did it
Spend my last 5 dollars at burger king
I have no money have no nothing
Which makes it impossible for me
To take care of my dog properly
how I did it
Spend my last 5 dollars at burger king
I have no money have no nothing
Which makes it impossible for me
To take care of my dog properly
how I did it
Spend my last 5 dollars at burger king
I have no money have no nothing
Which makes it impossible for me
To take care of my dog properly
widows soaking up pillows, weeping like willows
Still mo' blacks is dying, kids ain't living they trying
"How to Make a Slave" by Willie Lynch is still
Robert Johnson, that Muddy Waters, that James Brown, Augusta, GA
That Ray Charles, that Stevie Wonder, that Mayfield, that Superfly
That Willie Hutch
it, my nine reaches
the prestigious, cats that speak this, Willie shit
Flooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches
Smack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers,
Max out in Spain and do business with the Jews
Never that
Them never look angry out of sync
The imperial, industrial king got weight
Don't give
The imperial, industrial king got weight
Don't give a fuck
Like the poor part, we watch Heart To Heart
They used to push me in shuffle cards
Now I'm writing
Gangster of love


I've never been played by a ho!
If the bitch is acting stupid,
She's got to go!
Some mutherfuckers [missadden']
If she fucks with
Because my style's Abstract
See I form no definite picture but I get you anyway
And I like to say
You can play King Erisson and "Have A Nice Day"
I go
right between her (tittes)
I beeped this fillie from Philly, we was puffin on a Phillie
She started actin' silly, so I popped her like a Willie
I'm