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He told me he saw Sean and two chicks followed by four whips
Somewhere in the Florida sticks
It's a set up
Tell the crew to keep their
It's your big day, your big day
So you want to tie the knot
Tie it tight, don't let it rot, the memory of this day
Are you deafened by the bells
a gritty fiend for, 
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
Caught by many, broke two fuckin' arms, son, engage for bail
Beat the case, got my big gauge, back as well

With rap, you can sing such amazing tales,
to be.
By trade I was a cooper,
lost out to redundancy.
Like my house that fell to progress,
my trade's a memory.


And I courted Peggy Diugnan,
It's your big day, your big day 
So you want to tie the knot 
Tie it tight, don't let it rot, the memory of this day 
Are you deafened by
big yea you know whut we about

Yea always stayin sharp come straight out tha cleaners
Smoke 2 blunts up out my own dont make it a mistermeaner
the rare ould times 

Well we name it is Sean Dempsey, as Dublin as can be 
Born hard and late in Pimlico, in a house that ceased to be 
By trade I was
the rare ould times 

Well we name it is Sean Dempsey, as Dublin as can be 
Born hard and late in Pimlico, in a house that ceased to be 
By trade I was
Do you remember
The way things used to be?
Our lives untainted by memory,
And we laughed, and we cried,

And we played, and we fought,
Never
she's twenty-two, lives right on the dope track
Used to be fat now weighs less than a Tic-Tac
Now what's that say about, this big epidemic
This
This bed's not big enough for the three of us
One of us has got to leave beyond his memory
This bed's not big enough for the three of us
So make up
Wintertime comes early to the north part of this state
I walk along the river where we used to come and skate
The trees're now all gone and by
snoring all night I can't sleep (hehe)
Call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick
(Bad Boy Big, c'mon)

The doctor said I need
to roll with tha thugs tonight
Well its alright, baby its alright

[Verse 2: Sean Paul]
So get with it, we want (to) hit it, we nah quit it
And I like
There's lots of stories in the big city
And two sides to every one
If you've ever been inside a triangle
There's only so far you can run
Alone in
snoring all night I can't sleep (hehe)
Call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick
(Bad Boy Big, c'mon)

The doctor said I need
Big Chief Part 2 2:33 Trk 4
(Quezerque Gaines)
Professor Longhair (vocal & piano)
Recorded: by Joe Ruffino 1964 - Cosimo Matassa's Studio
Musicians:
I'll build your dreams with these two hands
We'll hang some memories on the walls

And when just the two of us are there
You won't have to ask if I
The doctor said I need about three weeks of recovery
But the nurses is lovin' me
Sayin' the best part of the day is my half
Feedin' me breakfast,
over that mic

[Chorus x2]
Who am I? [2nd: What is this?]
One of a kind
Send em' one at time
You're all the same
Only separate by kick snares and names
Big Chief Part 2 2:33 Trk 4
(Quezerque Gaines)
Professor Longhair (vocal & piano)
Recorded: by Joe Ruffino 1964 - Cosimo Matassa's Studio
Musicians:
got to walk it by myself.

[2nd & 3rd times:] 
You got to walk that lonesome valley. You got to walk it by yourself. Oh nobody else can walk it for
times we pull together
That's what a family's for

Hey, there ain’t no big deal
It's written in our history
We're all part of the story of an American