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The Best Worst of Judge Dread (Judge Dread) · Don't Judge Me (Off the Record) · Only God Can Judge Me (Master P) · You Can't Judge a Book by the Cover (Bo Diddley) · Here Come the Judge (Pigmeat Markham) · Here Comes the Judge (Shorty Long) · Big Seven: The Best of Judge Dread (Judge Dread) · The Judge at His Best (Milt Hinton) · Tell It to the Judge! (Jimmy McCracklin) · Clubber's Guide to... Ibiza [Judge Jules & Pete Tong] (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


looking at the cover
No, you can't judge a man by looking at the cover
And You Can't Judge a Book by looking at the cover

Then I left school and moved
listen to that vine of grapes
They're nuthin' but liars hatin'
And I bet
They wouldnt mind tradin places
With you by my side in my Mercedes

They say
He do
With the dark of night he left that town
Never to return again
With a one-way ticket at the end of the line
He was told by a stranger man
(Dolly Parton)

I know this dress I'm wearing doesn't hide the secret I've tried concealing 
When he left he promised me he'd be back by the time it
I'm broken hearted, I'm a broken
Man. Driven by anger, on that
Night I ran. I had me a woman,
I thought that she'd be true.
Now she's gone
With the dark of night he left that town
Never to return again
With a one-way ticket at the end of the line
He was told by a stranger man
That left me scarred
And when I stand and meet my maker
I'll be born again hard

Don't judge me by my sins
seven days she got to looking so much better
I asked her if she'd like to run away

Next morning that old judge took every nickel that I had
He said,
every day
And after seven days she got to lookin' so much better
I asked her if she'd like to run away

The next mornin' that old judge took every
His old man was a rebel yeller. 
Bad boy to the bone he'd say, 
"Can't trust a colored feller"
And he'd judge 'em by the tone of their skin.
My nigga we the last ones left

how many niggaz fell victim to the streets
Rest in peace young nigga this is heaven for a..
I'd be a liar if I told you
holds true (What's that?)

That's the look, that's the look
The look of love

If you judge a book by the cover
Then you'd judge the look by
the cab, drunk as hell, weed and Beck's on my breath 

I'm undercover so I'm dressed in turtleneck and the vest 

Tec by the waist, yo cabbie make a left
child born on an LA street called Shame
The sleep came and left this little Waycross country boy
Mabel Joy was gone Lord I'd never see her again
Joy
Destitution's child, born on a L.A. street called Shane
And sleep came and left this little Waycross Georgia country boy
Maybel Joy was gone,
We left out of Tucson with no destination in mind
We were runnin' from trouble and the jail-term the Judge had in mind
And the border meant freedom,
within the past where sorrow plays all parts
Where a living death is all that's left for men with broken hearts

Now you have no right to be the judge
We left out of Tucson with no destination in mind
We were runnin' from trouble and the jail-term the Judge had in mind
And the border meant freedom,
the best words I could write
Turn, turn, turn again
Explaining to the judge I'd be there on Wednesday night
Turn, turn to the rain and the wind

Without
to the rain and the wind
 
 I sat down and wrote 
 The best words I could write
 Turn, turn, turn again
 Explaining to the judge 
 I'd be there
killer 
Her face all filled with filler, 
Her face a painting palette 
I stomached all her habits, 
Sipped her snow balls poshly like a judge 
But left her
was the lust for her.
Eventually he left her for another.
Now feeling alone and betrayed by her lover
She cried--for no longer knew which way she
tell me
Long may you run
And the sky will tell me
I must believe the sun
(Yeah)

If I was wrong judge... me by name
I simplify... one and the same
was the lust for her.
Eventually he left her for another.
Now feeling alone and betrayed by her lover
She cried--for no longer knew which way she
His old man was a rebel yeller
Bad boy to the bone
He'd say: "Can't trust that other fella."
He'd judge 'em by the tone of their skin
He was