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When I was a boy about the age of ten
Got some old records by the blues men
Found a big connection to my lonely life
I couldn't wait to learn some
Life Time Blues Track 13 2:42
Sonny Boy Williamson I (John Lee Williamson)
(Noah Lewis) 
With Big Bill Broonzy - guitar, Walter Davis - piano
Record:
Roll and Big Bill Broonzy
And "Really The Blues" by "Mezz" Mezzrow
And "Dharma Bums" by Jack Kerouac
Over and over again
And voices echoing late
Davis - piano, Big Bill Broonzy - gtr, Alfred Elkins imbass
Album: Vol. 4 Document Records DOCD5058
Transcriber: Awcantor@aol.com



(harmonica intro)
on the record.

I'd written 'You really got me' as tribute to all those great blues people
I love: Leadbelly and Big Bill Broonzy. And Dave was playing the song
more bills in this
Bankin' his babies be blingin' and his boo be that big booty!
Big bust! Be in his benzo bronze and get big bucks!
I'm a black
know I

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Yeah, but now I'm back across the water
I'm in Sydney with somebody's daughter
Blowing sticky by the zips, and they
Tokyo, dipping in the rice
I'm a boss at the wind, I cracked every colored dice

I do it big, *** the rumors
Rich and infamous with the blue and gray Pumas
the churches money
I'm red fox and you that big dummy
This junkyard was a empire
Y'all let it get over ran by vampires
Most M.C's is god damn liars
Like
There's a for-sale sign on a big ol rusty tractor
You can't miss it it's the first thing that you see
Just up the road a pale blue water tower
With I
There's a for-sale sign on a big ol rusty tractor
You can't miss it it's the first thing that you see
Just up the road a pale blue water tower
of the sights that leave you breathless
My life reflects this
Every day I wake up for breakfast
The feelin I'm feelin is the nexus
Blue skies and big shit
[Chorus]
(I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick)
Yeah, big l is the first to represent.

Yo, on the mic is big l, that brother who kicks
bloods thicker than water
what a price we had to pay

Dear Mr. President
you and your friends you all are crooks
sellin out the poor man
the soldiers
hundred dollar bills.
I toast mimosas from coast to coast,
In penthouse suits
With out any clothes.
I used to stroll to avid holes in my shoes
But now
[Dead men tell no tales.
Up push the daisies till the soil is stale
In a powder blue tux for the farmer's sale
Mr. big sleep with the carp
back around
E-40 Water held his ground
Kept my foot in the fast lane
Flew uppidy on mesmerized
'cause I snuck up in up out the game
You makin' a 40
Jesus types
Knowing these lights
Downtown Skyline
'Til the plates shifted
Big brain-teaser scriptures
Moving major motion pictures
Put the night
because the nigga gettin paid
I've got, niggas from coast, slangin my dope
Got niggas and G's, and rollin keys keys to record sto's
Get paid wit fatals,
not Tito 
Have a couple babies, now let her get up 
If we prayed and respected by big and the little 
Riddle by the stock exchange rockgame 
Get
[Chorus]
Yeah, get on my hype
Green big birds, yellow and blue Nike's
Money on the charm, Yellow and blue ice
Stone's on the arms, Red and blue ice
[Chorus]
(I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick)
Yeah, big l is the first to represent.

Yo, on the mic is big l, that brother who kicks
[Chorus]
(I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick)
Yeah, big l is the first to represent.

Yo, on the mic is big l, that brother who kicks
Brothers on the corner sellin' junk 
got held up by the hotties got the shotties in the trunk 
You got the hard rocks wavin' glocks at the punks
not Tito 
Have a couple babies, now let her get up 
If we prayed and respected by big and the little 
Riddle by the stock exchange rockgame 
Get