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Now & Again: Best of Ronnie McDowell (Ronnie McDowell) · Mississippi Fred McDowell and Johnny Woods (Mississippi Fred McDowell) · An Introduction to Mississippi Fred McDowell (Mississippi Fred McDowell) · Heroes of the Blues: The Very Best of Fred McDowell (Mississippi Fred McDowell) · The Best of Mississippi Fred McDowell (Mississippi Fred McDowell) · The Best of Ronnie McDowell (Ronnie McDowell) · The Best of Mississippi Fred McDowell (Mississippi Fred McDowell) · Mississippi Fred McDowell [Rounder] (Mississippi Fred McDowell) · Ronnie McDowell with Bill Pinkney's Original Drifters (Ronnie McDowell) · Mississippi Fred McDowell [Rounder] (Mississippi Fred McDowell) – and 90 other albums »


Where the blues was born 
Charly Patton, Fred McDowell, Willie Brown 
Son House, Son Thomas, that delta sound 
Black man's heart, black man's soul 
Bo
Where the blues was born 
Charly Patton, Fred McDowell, Willie Brown 
Son House, Son Thomas, that delta sound 
Black man's heart, black man's soul 
Bo
on those virgin days
Laughing about how the two of us sound
Like a Tennessee Williams play

Honest, it's amazing
That we can get together at all
For in
seals will be collected by the William and the Nancy.

Our course be east-north-east two days and two nights,
Out captain he cried out, "Boys, look ahead
Verse 1 Pastor Troy
I heard some bitch ass niggaz had an attitude
I eat 'em up like some motherfuckin dog food
I know it sounds rude It's suppost
Sittin' here countin' the cars going by
In a hour must a been one or two
The sheets are flappin' on momma's clothes line
Its an old front porch
to yo' car
You don't want what's goin down, you freak them to the sound
The bass was steady poundin, you dropped it to the ground
Hypnotized by
Its soul and keepin' you in control
It's pt. 2 'cause I'm
Pumpin' what you're used to
Until the whole juice crew
Gets me in my goose down
I do the rebel
Eight men heard the sounds of your tan leather skirt
Eight men heard the bark of the guns that you wore

Cole Younger was your first and the father
Eight men heard the sounds of your tan leather skirt
Eight men heard the bark of the guns that you wore

Cole Younger was your first and the father
[Layzie Bone]
Now I sound so raw, cos I'm down by law, 
Trying to play me cos I'm rapping I will break yo jaw, 
Catch a nigga in these streets
This is all overseen by my man Will

[Chorus: Tre Williams]
As I walk through the shadow of death
I know that I ain't got much time left
And they
This is all overseen by my man Will

[Chorus: Tre Williams]
As I walk through the shadow of death
I know that I ain't got much time left
And they
[Layzie Bone]
Now I sound so raw, cos I'm down by law, 
Trying to play me cos I'm rapping I will break yo jaw, 
Catch a nigga in these streets
hard and pushin weight by the sound 
You hit the I-10 and head west or we'll test 
Cause down in Twats, fuck the cops, killas packin glocks 
Lo
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
Cash Mo-ney Millionairs
So take it there

Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer, Yellow Benz
Yellow PT
ears
Seeking new ways to destroy
The lies that live in your mind

William Booth's speech:
Many people like to sit
Within the sound of the church bell
But
Thy body's temples, two church bells had rung
Upon thy chest, a row of pearls bestowed
The sun had set, thy set with wary hung
I thought, "How black
hard and pushin weight by the sound 
You hit the I-10 and head west or we'll test 
Cause down in Twats, fuck the cops, killas packin glocks 
Lo
Roll up a fat one and pass it around
Lay back hypnotized by The Neptunes sound
My peoples always see me and they think I'm on point
So they roll me
hanged so we started our own gangs
Tookie Williams (Crip), Sylvester Scott (Blood)
Seventy two Lil' Country caught a slug
And that was the first time
more,
I leave footprints in fours, two for bi-peds, two more to break the door
Practically caress the utterings of crushed by drudgery brothers
hope he got yo gat
you ain't sound scannin so how you got yo plaque? (nigggaa)

[Chorus: Pastor Troy]
We ain't playin' (what they stressin nigga)
we
bl l link with them shades of thought and think 
(And in this corner be the hush) so play on William Rhodes 
'Cause at the sound of the bell my
south, the dirty south [repeat 2X]

[Redd]
Down south we wear bandannas and denim suites 
Down south you gone always spot us in them coupes

[Lil' Flip]