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Or he'll get left in the Mississippi sand

Then me and old Carl we caught him right down by the store
We choked him just a little bit and held him
Man, I was in a place
Called Keeprunnin', Mississippi one time
And I heard someone on my way by
Sounded a little something like raw funk to me
So
window
Warming my skin, oh you I got you Like Sonny and Cher
Except I'll be there for you, I got you
Let old black water bring us together

Old black water
I'm a kid with a guitar
Trying to play ?, when they ask
Where does your style come from?
I know what you mean
'Cause I learned to sing
Listening
It was in a hustling b joint where the Mississippi run 
Stackolee killed Billy de Lyons with a smoking forty one 
He was a bad man, that mean old
the rebels down
They hoped to rule this land by fear
And hold it for the Crown
But a mighty thought was born in Men
When they killed James Connolly
Oh that
with this old cowboy friend of mine
When some motorcycle riders started snickerin' in the back

Started pokin' fun at my friend's hat
One ol' boy
and milk it till it's dry
Bulldog the Mississippi, pin it's ears down flat
Long before you take this cowboys hat

"Now partner this old hat is better left
with nothin' to loose
I BB a king so let me sing you the blues
Let me lay down the rules,
Get money by all means,
Survive at all costs put god 'bove
Written by James Young
Lead Vocals by James Young

Half penny, two penny, gold Krugerrand
He was exceedingly rich for such a young man
Sad
swag is drippin’, so here’s a napkin
What’s really happnin’ bro?
Verbal attackin’, I’m showing passion
Know what I mean, see I’m the king like I’m
buddy just in case your mind is muddy
Don't you know that girl you're fooling with is Peg-Leg Johnson's wife
And that man is hard and cold and mean
in white 
At the foot of my bed, 

I said angel of mercy 
I'm alive or am I dead?
My name is William James McPhee, 
I was born in 1843.

Raised
blocked me
Poppin' trunk, droppin' top as I beat the bass
If you don't know what KRIT mean by now then bitch you super late
Po' another fo' up
must be mad, in fact, kind of rad
You not a smooth criminal, you soft and I'm bad
Don't mean to brag, I'm just makin a point
Some say I'm def, the old
in between, yeah, right

Know, what I mean? Spook that sat by the sound
Black like James Brown, it?s been goin' down
Spirit in your dark ass
the moons of Pluto, back down to earth 
Ladies and gentleman, one more time, give it up for 
The Old Dirty Doggy, I mean, the Ol' Dirty Bastard 
I love
new

Frank ordered drinks, no liquor

Just plain old brew

He finished it

Then he ordered one more

And another

And another

And that made four

He
I got the pack of Rough Riders 
In the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
Gardner, the crashin' of James Dean
Bobby Brown influenced by Rick James and it goes..

Prince wanted Alexander O'Neal to be Morris Day or Jerome
But
Swing
Ava Gardner, the crashin' of James Dean
Bobby Brown influenced by Rick James and it goes..
Prince wanted Alexander O'Neal to be Morris Day
ask no questions and I tell no lies
I got big old pupils and bloodshot eyes
I'm on the brink, if you know what I mean
And the twelve-step program
Orleans and those jumbo shrimp

So ask no questions and I tell no lies
I got big old pupils and bloodshot eyes
I'm on the brink, if you know what I mean
life hot
Homie, get your weight up
Fake niggas get sprayed up
My verbal AK slay faggots
And I don't mean no disrespect
Whenever I say faggot, okay
honey
How about some drink, yes some gin rummy
After that, come here and sit down
And put on tenderoni by mister bobbi brown
We waste no time, it was time