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Albums:

Let Me Play with Your Poodle (Marcia Ball) · Let Me Play with Your Poodle (Marcia Ball) · Poodle Rockin' (Gorky's Zygotic Mynci) · Poodle Hat (Weird Al Yankovic) · Poodle Rockin' (Gorky's Zygotic Mynci) · The James Cotton Blues Band (James Cotton) · Dealin' with the Devil: Best of James Cotton (James Cotton) · 35th Anniversary Jam of the James Cotton Blues Band (James Cotton Blues Band) · Play Guitar, Vol. 3/Play Guitar, Vol. 4: Play Electric Bass (The Ventures) · Sketches of James: Selection from the James Taylor Songbook (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


the under executions
That they forget to mention

You stop you stare you wonder
But you make the blunder
Your enemies draw nearer
With their souls like
we'd love to see your children and laura mae
he shook real stoic
and spoke with his eyes so kind
he said this was another place and another time
love" and "Milk Cow Blues"
"The Oklahoma Stomp" and "Born To Lose"
Tip your hat to "The Rose of San Antone"
Here we go with the "Cotton Eyed Joe"
history is written,
Uh... they won't recall our names,
But I only got to play Pat Garrett
'cause you played Jesse James.

We buried Sam in the southernmost
Lead off with the Cotton-Eyed Joe
Buckin' winged, and heel and toe
Hold me close for the Pecos Promenade
Big sign hangin' by the door
Sawdust
Lead off with the Cotton-Eyed Joe
Buckin' winged and heel and toe
Hold me close for the Pecos Promenade

Big sign hangin' by the door
Sawdust
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 if
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 your
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
here break you off
So dim da lights down low
And take your clothes off
Baby girl let's set it off

Got your mind blown with that Arizona
Smell da aroma
(oh yeah), Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
Master (master), of (of), puppets!

End of passion play, crumbling away
(I'm your source of self-destruction)
Veins
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
Blaze and Tony Starks in a daze and
Rhymin, my nigga Lou Diamond will wrap it up
We like Meth to go and fuck with Noodles
Havin them poodles
south of Memphis

Where the cotton grows from the Mississippi mud
And the blues runs deep in your blood
I love this land with God as my witness
I'll
to let it be

When the dog's away that's when the cat's play
Yup yup you'll be my girl, I'll be the spy
Like the James Bond flick girl I'm ready
at the Q, what's up with me and you

Chorus

Got it goin' on
I want to get with you
'cause I feel it 

Cheryl "Salt" James:

Yeah, when I hit your block I
will flock

They call me Mr. Ravioli, Mr. Scrotum, Mr. Poke Em with the Noodle
Mr. Cockerspanielle in your poodle, after school tutor
Roto Rooter,
misters then head up to chickens with 'em
Adrenaline's givin', when I riff with the fifth to your chin-in
You never knew bout how we play these innings
But
growing 
A quarter of an inch a day 
You've already lived near half the years 
You'll be when you go away 
With your teddy bears and alligators
at the bus station, waiting
Still had no patience, so niggas try to play him
Imaginary players, imaginary playlist
I been your favorite before you even
[ VERSE 1: King Sun ]
I call upon your attention, the extension is a live one
With the energy comin from a live Sun
As in Sun Born, the Universal
To the children of today
Every mickle make a muckle 
If you know what I say
Don't be fooled by the fool
The trick that they play

[Chorus]

And they know
of rock and roll

We got preacher men who want to save your soul
Got the motorcity with the Motown beat
Get hip to the beat on the hip hop street
Stars
even
Happy for james cause real bitches hard to come by
This nigga found one, I told him he was lucky an clown something
Rollin up duckies while