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Cuttin' Loose (Kevin Mark) · Cuttin' Loose (Doug Raney) · Cuttin' Capers (Frank DeVol) · Baboul Hair Cuttin' (Agoria) · Cuttin' Grass (Osborne Brothers) · Cuttin' Out (Bill Coleman) · Cuttin' Heads (John Mellencamp) · Cuttin' Capers/Bright and Shiny (Doris Day) · The James Cotton Blues Band (James Cotton) · Dealin' with the Devil: Best of James Cotton (James Cotton) – and 90 other albums »


No worry, no fear, ain't no biggie braddah
Cuttin' in, cuttin' up, cuttin' back, cuttin' out
Frontside, backside, goofy footed, wipe out
Let's get
lohi
Lawe mai I ko papa he'e nalu
Flyin by on the Hawaiian roller coaster ride

Hang loose, hang ten, howzit, shake a shaka
No worry, no fear, ain't
lohi
Lawe mai I ko papa he'e nalu
Flyin by on the Hawaiian roller coaster ride

Hang loose, hang ten, howzit, shake a shaka
No worry, no fear, ain't
shake a shaka
No worry, no fear, ain't no biggie braddah
Cuttin' in, cuttin' up, cuttin' back, cuttin' out
Frontside, backside, goofy footed, wipe out
them white cotton sheets
Dirty dance me slow in the summertime heat
Feel my belt turn loose from these old blue jeans
We both know that we lost it
Cat Diesel Power cap pulled down low
Makin that bacon, row by row
Can't get them muscles at the YMCA
It's from choppin' cotton, cuttin' corn
Me ke kai hoene I ka pu'e one
It's time to try the Hawaiian Roller coaster ride 

Hang loose, hang ten, howzit, shake a shaka
No worry, no fear,
Me ke kai hoene I ka pu'e one
It's time to try the Hawaiian Roller coaster ride 

Hang loose, hang ten, howzit, shake a shaka
No worry, no fear,
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies

Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
ke kai hoene I ka puʻe one)
It's time to try the Hawaiian Roller coaster ride

Hang loose, hang ten, howzit, shake a shaka
No worry, no fear, ain't no
Bet she had a nigga with her to help her old ass

As James Baldwin says
You can only be destroyed by believing
That you really are what the white
Everyone wants to be a cowboy 
Grab your guns boy 
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies

Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen 
You shot
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Ezekiel 22:30, 1 Timothy 2:1, James 5:16

There's no feeling
Like when you have a friend in need
Their heart
Bet she had a nigga with her to help her old ass

As James Baldwin says
You can only be destroyed by believing
That you really are what the white
Mad topics, no you can't stop it
Like how much they paid for that rocket?
People in the hood really ain't got shit
How much got spent by
The things we laid do not amount to much
Made of abandoned wood loose stones and such

This revolution baby
Proves who you work for lately

Release
The C.P.T.'s the plantation
That's hot and
Nigga straight servin' the cotton
Equal opportunity, no discriminatin'
Serves the china white to whoever is waitin'
I take a puff on my cigarette, then I say what up like, hello
Party hard, pedal to the metal
A part of growing up is living like a rebel
No
Two thousand and two blues
Give it up turn it loose
Ain't no use
Rest of you
Screamin' rescue me from the residue
Fast break fives on two
Us
window, I’m a good field nigga
I made a flower for you outta cotton just to chill with you
You know I'd go the distance, you know I'm ten toes down
Even
s, get busy (*drum roll*), aw
On the keys my man James, what you doin back there? (*piano plays*), aw yeah
So we about to do it a little somethin
cuttin' anybody slices out of my pie 
Out of this world though 
I'm so Sci-fi 
And I don't sit 
Still I keep it moving like a drive-by 
I just Tell
a nation reduce fight the power to gin and juice
Some people gave it up and turned it loose.

[verse 4]

Beethoven, bach brahms
I want some james brown
Even
Tell him there's no truth behind the panic
That his cotton cheeks are youthful and organic
His cock is Florida state
I’m drowning hot I'll be a saint
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