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oh oh

In my little black book
There's someone I used to know
Day by day time slips away
Where did our love go
In my little black book
You're
oh oh

In my little black book
There's someone I used to know
Day by day time slips away
Where did our love go
In my little black book
You're
When Black Friday comes
I fly down to Muswellbrook
Gonna strike all the big red words
From my little black book

Gonna do just what I please
Gonna
When Black Friday comes
I fly down to Muswellbrook
Gonna strike all the big red words
From my little black book

Gonna do just what I please
Gonna
Southern man

I saw cotton and I saw black
Tall white mansions and little shacks
Southern man when will you pay them back
I heard screaming
When Black Friday comes
I fly down to Muswellbrook
Gonna strike all the big red words
From my little black book

Gonna do just what I please
Gonna
Southern man

I saw cotton and I saw black
Tall white mansions and little shacks.
Southern man, when will you pay them back?
I heard screamin' and bullwhips
age
When the bandstands had a thousand ways
Of refusing a black man admission
Black musician
In those days they put him in an
Underdog position
Little children snuggle under soft black stars
And if you look into their eyes soft black stars
Deliver them from the book and the letter
Southern man

I saw cotton and I saw black
Tall white mansions and little shacks.
Southern man, when will you pay them back?
I heard screamin'
age
When the bandstands had a thousand ways
Of refusing a black man admission
Black musician
In those days they put him in an
Underdog position
age
When the bandstands had a thousand ways
Of refusing a black man admission
Black musician
In those days they put him in an
Underdog position
book behind
Well that little black book ain't little no more
And it wasn't too hard too find

[Chorus]
Shed leave me in this lonely room
age
When the bandstands had a thousand ways
Of refusing a black man admission
Black musician
In those days they put him in an
Underdog position
I gotta broken mirror and a black cat bone
I gotta super mojo, too
I'm gonna mix them up with a wooden stake
And baby, then I'm gonna give it to you
national anthem

Verse Three: Sir Mix-a-Lot

Am I a communist? No. But my brain ain't slow
Not long ago, Mix-a-Lot was po'
Never helped out by the ones
I'm sayin' hit the road Hack
        For the hook
        I'll play it by the book
        For the track
        I'll bring it back
        Look out:
a brother like Martin
It was worth it with a brother like him

We used to nick motors for a joyride
Till we rammed a Black Maria in this XJ6
To give
age
When the bandstands had a thousand ways
Of refusing a black man admission
Black musician
In those days they put him in an
Underdog position
through his last pants
I'm like a mummy at night, fightin' with bright lightning
Frightened with five little white Vicadin pills bitin' him
I'm like
A drink for one is never fun
A sip deadens the pain
She's sick of games and learning names
She puts her black book away
She scans the place for
a ladies man
Gonna throw away my
Little black book right now
In the nearest trash can

I'm gonna push aside
The things I used to do
Because I'm
Yeah

Yeah

Check this out: now I'm black
But black people trip
'Cause white people like me
White people like me
But don't like them
What's
lord she can't believe her eyes
Her old man's cheatin' lover's in a black book of disguise

Just like everybody I got a black book too
Now there's
column, didn't have to cook a rock
A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya
Never judge a person or a book by it's covers

Just because my tone