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cowboy's fourty-four
When the smoke clears there'll be a new brand on his eyes
This is my cowboy's last ride
Oh I hate to see him go but I won't be
By my post, I'm standing guard
Baby hopes for roses in the front yard
I don't know my enemy's name
Baby takes the little one to a
Baseball game
Same boots brand new walk
Same voice brand new talk
Same height but standin' ten feet tall
New smile on this face
Same town better place
By changin'
on for the nine-six, mad shows at the Ritz
Now we got you open like Fixx
Sticking to your stomach like Quaker Oat Grits
Fisherman hat with my brand new
little baby
You fill me up with pride
Every time you're by by side, now now now now

[Repeat: x2]
Oh yeah, you're my little baby, my little baby
My
little baby
You fill me up with pride
Every time you're by by side, now now now now

[Repeat: x2]
Oh yeah, you're my little baby, my little baby
My
virginity 
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme 
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme 
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo! 
You little blood-clot
little baby
You fill me up with pride
Every time you're by by side, now now now now

[Repeat: x2]
Oh yeah, you're my little baby, my little baby
My
virginity 
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme 
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme 
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo! 
You little blood-clot
on for the nine-six, mad shows at the Ritz
Now we got you open like Fixx
Sticking to your stomach like Quaker Oat Grits
Fisherman hat with my brand new
She opens the mail straightens up without fail

Last Friday evening's mess, she makes brand new coffee
Though her head's hurtin' awfully, by nine
Yeah yeah, uhh, uh-huh 

Brand Nubian, yeah yeah, check it 



Intro/Chorus: 



You don't have to drive a fancy car 

Just for you to be
name was Anheusur Brewery
And hittin bush by the duece
Like Jesus created two of me
Haters they make me famous
So I'm deservin an Oscar
Walkin by
of my satchel
Knocked over a fisherman's tackle box and
Asked if they had a laugh in stock
That was fuckin' stupid...

You got it twisted
All 'cause
on pauper's rags
And some worn out shoes
Count on the kindness of strangers
That's what love can do

[Chorus]
That's what love can do
Make you feel brand
bonin' out
Yeah you know it, Bobby told me before
Keep the heat by the side of the door 
Ready for military war
Numerous cats, niggas is uterus
Who
Today I'm just talking shit
I ain't worrying, I ain't hurrying
'Cause you know that I'm on one

You're a hater like a jaded loud mouth fisherman
Will keep us on a straighter path
As better men use brand new math
With no wrong answers

I'm just a little bit worried
Do you have some sort
Saturday night and you're still hangin' around 
Tired of living in your one horse town 
You'd like to find a little hole in the ground 
For
job, or no Monday either
I'm fucked up, seeing planets and stars
Weed, X pills and Xanax bars
I'm fucked up, uppers downers what ever you like
Everybody
a fisherman
Yea, you guys is bitches, little girls
And Mr. Smith and Weston wanna kiss ya pussy pearl
Tongue kiss an angel and spit fire at the devil
And I
please 
Just got served by little niggas on the 10-speed 
12 years old, got bumps they can't keep 
A straight killer, a fool, a lil' ass gee

God
a brand new chimney made on top,
Made out of human skulls.
Now come on darling let's take a little walk, tell me,
Who do you love,
Who do you love, Who
when she grows up

A ha
Yeah
C'mon, G-G-G-G-UNIT!
Hailie (what?)
Come here baby
Bring daddy his Oscar (okay)
Where gonna shove up Ja Rule's ass
we're gonna grab some
Lovin' huggin' cuddlin' up and rendezvous
'Cause I'm in love with you
Big time

A little music, a sip of champagne
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