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Who's your little who-zis
Who do you love

Tell me who has you a-flutter
Whenever they're passing by
Melt your heart like butter
Oh me, oh my

Say, when
creating the butter 
Cliques get clipped like heavy bricks when I'm dropping
I'm wrecking nigga whole shit plus I make a profit 
Wicked with this shout,
the thoughts to rhyme 
Til there was no longer thoughts to dream 
When an unpolished demo led to limos at the age of eighteen 
Accompanied by the screams,
We want Barettas and Amarettas, butter leathers and mad cheddar
Where're my niggas with the big dicks? 
Where're my niggas with the hot whips?
with me next time

I do my barber sinking
Peanut butter sandwich eatin'
Watching the world go by
Where I've done some beer crackin'
Crying,
give it to you
That rainbow has 2 colors : rhythm & blues, yeah
I just hope for the time, my times only
Say we runnin' out of time,
Tell that
We want Barettas and Amarettas, butter leathers and mad cheddar
Where're my niggas with the big dicks? 
Where're my niggas with the hot whips?
of the nile
P-nut butter breakdown jelly shakedown
Freeway fury when a tigah gotta make rounds

2
My kenneth cole leather boots stay so polished
I keep money
pec', make my nuts weak
Have me walk around, talkin' backward with stutter speak
Like tuh tuh tuh tuh tuh, buh buh buh buh
Butter pec', make my nutter
Don
I burn big everyday, nothing but the bong
I don't cuddle, as soon as I get the nut I'm gone
I'm in a class all by myself
I'll whoop your ass all
cre-atin the butter
Cliques get clipped like heavy bricks when I'm droppin'
I'm wreckin' nigga whole shit plus I make a profit
Wicked with this shout,
cre-atin the butter 
Cliques get clipped like heavy bricks when I'm droppin'
I'm wreckin' nigga whole shit plus I make a profit 
Wicked with this shout,
the brand new 'lectric blue Bentley ridin' by

Hurt these clowns, anybody that want it
Let you borrow my crown, tell me why would you flaunt it?
Don't you
my doors
My nuts play ping-pong from the noise;
You can hear me from a block away
I'm sitting next to your ass and cant hear what you got to say
My
on home
Cause I ain't had no milk and butter
Since that cows been gone

Well you gotta treat me right honey
Day by Day
Get out your little prayer book
Pumas that Butter got when Butter got paid
Or better yet Dolphy's archetypes for cool dudes
Or better still 'Trane using space in afro blue
It's simple
This is little Kane though
His little sobrero, huh
Aiyo, aiyo

Aiyo, butter pecan Rican, love a little candy girl
Caramel cover girl, love
of sand
My love for life is fueled by
The love for my man
I love his mother and
The silly mystic man
Some people think he's bad
They say he doesn't
I was born, raised on a slave plantation
In the United States, of the red, white and blue
Never knew that I was different, till Dr. King was
Aw milk cow blues yeah
Aw Larry!
Ah Tim, c'mon tell 'em now!

I woke up this mornin'
Looked out my door
I can tell my milk cow
I can tell by
The river called and cried
Across the twisted steel
Blues on fire island
Had a magic to heal

Souls full of anger
Sadness and despair
Aw milk cow blues yeah
Aw Larry!
Ah Tim, c'mon tell 'em now!

I woke up this mornin'
Looked out my door
I can tell my milk cow
I can tell by
There's nothing really like a French blues
Blown by an unknown soldier in you
To all your regrets and you rouse
I'll meet you down there when I try

And do
heart is reelin'
An' get yourself a bowl of butter beans

Anywhere east of the Rio Grande
Get you a cane pole in your hand
Fry a mess of fish up
This was the first blues I ever learnt from 
Bob Wells and the Texas Playboys 
called the Milk Cow Blues

Yeah
Well I did woke up this mornin'