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Washington they call me
An' I went
Hadda be the guest
Of the President
He said, "Red, I'm glad to see you,
So glad you come down here
To help me run
mind
'Cause she's got to be worried over her child
Mmm, the blues come down on me

Lord, have mercy, child
Po' lightnin' can't hardly keep from cryin'
mind
'Cause she's got to be worried over her child
Mmm, the blues come down on me

Lord, have mercy, child
Po' lightnin' can't hardly keep from cryin'
I went down to my baby's house
She said, “Lightnin', come on in
Ain't nobody here with me, good Lord
You know, I'm your friend”

You know, I went down
I went down to my baby's house
She said, “Lightnin', come on in
Ain't nobody here with me, good Lord
You know, I'm your friend”

You know, I went down
Well he blew right in, sat right down
And rolled himself a righteous smoke.
He lit his roach with a lightnin' bolt,
He took a toke and spoke.
Said he
blues
Please just talk to me
Any old theme you choose
Just come and talk to me
Mr. Mystery, talk to me

You could talk like a fool-I'd listen
You
blues
Please just talk to me
Any old theme you choose
Just come and talk to me
Mr. Mystery, talk to me

You could talk like a fool-I'd listen
You
his cap'n
Lightnin' was in his eye
Cap'n, bet yo' las' red cent on me
Fo' I'll beat it to de bottom or I'll die, Lawd, Law
I'll beat it to de bottom
not buggin' and muggin', selli'n drugs is forbidden
Young dumb punks, don't come to Rahway Prison
Cause the drugs is the enemy, believe me, I'm
Nor to do you no harm 
You say you've got a bone to pick 
Well, there's plenty showin' on me 
Come on up yeah bring your temper boy 
We'll see,
you he already knew what he had to know by then
Anyone who disagrees with him should be in prison
All he wants is what is his, even if it isn't
You can
ain't
Cause all I got on me is a big fat bank
And I hope I don't get robbed by you know who
Make me donate some G's to the boys in blue
And if I sue,
Fuckin' wit me is not so need nine mo'

[Bun B]
Now the internet,radio,prison even the t.v.
All askin' me tah spit the meaning of B-U-N-B	
Well let's
Johnny Cash is your favorite singer
But you've never heard 'Folsom Prison Blues'
So how do you expect me to believe you?

I was never much on country songs
Or ruin a show, oh what y'all ain't know
That everything's real like blue steel
Bein' pulled out at a sold out concert?
The crowd went berserk, here come
, by the dudes in blue
Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued
Or shots from the rugger will circle round your body like hoola-hoops
Mami told me
ain't
Cause all I got on me is a big fat bank

And I hope I don't get robbed by you know who
Make me donate some G's to the boys in blue
And if I
And she's holding, whiskey and a gun

Uh huh
Well the sun shines gray in the prison yard
Life to go was going hard
When the warden started getting sweet on me
This is jail, 3 burners made Tina Turner dance
Probably, you kidin me? Only my man bust side to me
I was gotta be slicin the pot, if I divide it by 3
the nigga stuck down the raw
Bust friends, back in the prison, foundin' rock to the troup
Here I smoke and tryin' to hide it but was played by the rule
inherit, Halls of Fame 
Crime visions in my blood got me, locked in prison 
While we die hard living people whine about religion, vision 
Blow, spin,
[Raw J]
I feel so misunderstood
so I write these rhymes tryin to relate
but it sho ain't easy

[Oatmeal]
now as this poetry flows in me
I try to keep
, by-by-by, Jamal-Ski, ki-ki-kiyah! 

[Jamal-Ski] {best guess} 
Jump up and be upon the mic and stick em 
Come follow me the man me work for the mic 
They
blues
Steady hollering about some time
Bitch I need some Room
Don?t get me wrong ya?ll I love females
That come around but after while, I need some self
I