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The Louis Armstrong Collection, Vol. 4: Louis Armstrong and Earl Hines (Louis Armstrong) · Please Please Please [Pazzazz] (James Brown) · Please Please Please (James Brown) · Please, Please, Please (James Brown & His Famous Flames) · Please, Please, Please: A Tribute to the Smiths (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Please Please Please [Japan] (James Brown) · Please Please Please (James Brown) · Please, Please, Please and More No. 1 Hits (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Please Please Please (Shout Out Louds) · Please Please Please (Shout Out Louds) – and 90 other albums »


Girl I don't wanna argue
I don't wanna fight
And if there's something wrong
Yes you know I'm gonna try to make it right
I love you, you love me
We be
her in my room
And I'm thinking of the best way to kick her out

'Cause all she ever talks about is Louis, Louis
All she ever talk about is Louis
her in my room
And I'm thinking of the best way to kick her out

'Cause all she ever talks about is Louis, Louis
All she ever talk about is Louis
When you come

Hello Central, what´s the matter with your line?
I wann talk to that
high-brow friend of mine
You hear me talkin´ to you
I don´t
to me, yeah.

Oh, let me show you how I like your style.
I'm crazy about you,
So let me freak you now, oh.

I see you like the game of hard ball.
half a rack for the snap back
Wiz Khalifa's on the coupe I'm talking black and yellow flapjacks

When I talk I be talking 'bout money
So please don't
But when they talk about you
I make believe I never grieve

And here in my room
When no one else can find me
I lock the door behind me
And I cry

Please
music industry fan
Hey yo my man, look at my hand, they look human right?
You think I'm a monster, ill circus clown
Not a specimen, don't look at me
If we can't be sweethearts
This much you can do

Please don't talk about me when I'm gone
Oh, Honey, though our friendship ceases from now
is gushy like the hooker's pussy
And it don't take a lot of back talk to push me
Into flamin' 'em like that little nigga Damien
Pop 19 to my
But when you talk about cash, talk without it

Oh, come on, girl
Oh, come on, girl
Oh, come on, girl
Oh, come on, girl

It ain't too many things that
close before
Never opened up that door
I'm still finding my way

Something else that lovers do
When I've been by myself
Never had to talk about
to get over
Till I'm gone sing my song, nigga sing my song
Omilio just trying get over let me catch ya nigga

I come from scrambling and gambling men
let me see no peace
'Cause I´m wild about my lovin´
I like to have my fun
If you want to be a girl of mine
You got to bring it with you
When you come
Bringing me down, I'm running aground
Blind in the light of the interstate cars
Passing me by, the buses and semis
Plunging like stones from
, "Don't you wear no black.

Go to Saint Louis, you can win him back." 
Help me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself, 
Git to Cairo, find ma old friend
wile 'bout ma Jelly Roll
Gypsy done tole me, don't you wear no black
Yes, she done told me, don't you wear no black

Go to Saint Louis, you can win him
, "Don't you wear no black.

Go to Saint Louis, you can win him back." 
Help me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself, 
Git to Cairo, find ma old friend
hey please don't start me
I'm like Gnarls Barkley meets Charles Barkley
I'm pop the Barkers, I'm hood the Parkers
While y'all was in limbo I raised
Bringing me down
I'm running aground
Blind in the light of the interstate cars
Passing me by
The buses and semis
Plunging like stones from
, "Don't you wear no black.

Go to Saint Louis, you can win him back." 
Help me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself, 
Git to Cairo, find ma old friend
, "Don't you wear no black.

Go to Saint Louis, you can win him back." 
Help me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself, 
Git to Cairo, find ma old friend
with old Eddie Kane?" 
Ain't nuttin wrong, so snap your head to the song
Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like Louis Armstrong
And I
wile 'bout ma Jelly Roll
Gypsy done tole me, don't you wear no black
Yes, she done told me, don't you wear no black

Go to Saint Louis, you can win him
home
Talk a good game mate, come on
Hollering 'bout what you gon' do to me
Don't talk about it, be about it
Let me see, let me see, let me see

I'll be