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Ske-Dat-De-Dat: The Spirit of Satch (Dr. John) · Ske-Dat-De-Dat: The Spirit of Satch (Dr. John) · Skid Dat de Dat (Louis Armstrong) · Gimme Dat Harp Boy: Roots of the Captain (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Under the Surface (Marit Larsen) · Underneath the Surface (Syx) · On the Surface (Abraham) · Surface (Surface) · Underneath the Surface (Prime STH) · Scratch the Surface (Sick of It All) – and 90 other albums »


(People laugh and love and cry) I'm still missing you
The paper boy still comes around just like he used to do
But he's a little taller now and I'm
People laugh and love and cry and I'm still missing you
The paper boy still comes around just like he used to do
But he's a little taller now and I'm
People laugh and love and cry and I'm still missing you
The paper boy still comes around (the paper boy still comes around)
Just like he used to do
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away

Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
[Chorus:]
Where my b****es dat would freak wit me (cum' on let's Ride)
How many my n****z dat would row wit me (cum' on let's Ride)
where my
factors by da flavor flav
Come an ride da flavor wave
In any year on any givin' day
What a brova know, what do flavor say
Why do dis record play dat way
figure I won't cut your throat & leave ya shakin'
Down south money makin' dats all a nigga know
Niggas I used to run wit still like to snort coke
Lay it
da dirt, hit da dirt one squirt will leave all yall murk 
we all get money and we all smoke pert hit da dirt one squirt will leave all ya murk
Um lampin', um lampin', um cole cole lampin'
I got loowies boy, um not trampin
I just came from da-crib ya know
Um on da go-throw ya tank into
Um lampin', um lampin', um cole cole lampin'
I got loowies boy, um not trampin
I just came from da-crib ya know
Um on da go-throw ya tank into
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away

Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
today, 
Feel tomorrow lak ah feel today, 
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.

Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings 
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
Intro 

(David Banner)



It's ya boy David Banner

I'ma see if I can bring tha Gangsta Walk back

Memphis, Mississipi, Everybody from tha South
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away

Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
to tha feds look me in teh eyes like a man when you see me couple niggas left I'm just praying they don't leave me in dat water no matter what I'm still be
de panky 'tween you 'n dem two concrete flamingos ovuh by de steps! you been messin' wit de
E bird o' new jersey, muthafucker! dat kin git you five
Diggy Daz about to surface like hot air balloons
Leaves and platoons, hoes and harlots, hoes and Harley's
D-A to the Z, rock with that
today, 
Feel tomorrow like I feel today, 
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.

Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings 
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
(Aye, lemme get a 8th a dat,)
(You know what I'm sayin' pourin' up by da treys)
(Yea aye what ya sippin' boy, aye what ya sippin' boy)
(Zone 1,
today, 
Feel tomorrow like I feel today, 
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.

Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings 
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
game got gun play
You be screaming wammy!!

To close don't get by me
Your to prone to tell
'Bout these bodies we catchin'
Dis dope dat we sell
on, 'dewlla! play dat lil' guitar one mo'gin!)

(spoken)


Uh-oh! I smells trubba! he be messin' wit pigmeat heahhh! muthafucker be rejectin' some
today, 
Feel tomorrow like I feel today, 
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.

Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings 
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
sailin'
The way I bring it to ya, hon
Leave another stuck my scoop is how I get it done
There goes the little drummer boy, so purump papumpum
It's Grand
time to waste
All dem she ah, likkle
Me jus hold her by deh hand an me leave wit'out a trace
Get di keys to me car and I'm gwan ah to my pla-a-ace