Lyrics:
Frankie Laine Sixteen Tons Lyrics:
Some people say a man is made outta mud.
A poor man's made outta muscle and blood.
Muscle and blood, skin
Brizzle
Shouts out to Domyon, shouts out to Frankie Ocean
Shouts out to Syd the Dude, shouts out to L-Boy Awk
Big eared bandit is tossing all his
Poor little Frankie he was young at heart
All that was missing was his vital part
Wasp would push but never stand
All he wanted was to do his
jump jacks
My big bro Frankie got a Porsche
My little brother Taco got a Beemer
If you see 'em around me, they eatin'
We all good, it's like FEMA
near me in presence
Oh, I went and dropped some presents off for Easter
To them two little beautiful boys of yours to try to ease their
Minds
But the old man strongly clung to the wall
Because he was afraid to get out and to fall.
So the spirit touched his heart with its hand.
It took him by
on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E,
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man
Little boy running and the little girl too
Got the money tucked up in their hands
Over the wall and down into the street
Give your money
boys off that Long Drive
You know we stayin playa made
You know we gotta strive
To the T-o-p, that's the top man
I'ma come through nigga down to bring
boys off that Long Drive
You know we stayin playa made
You know we gotta strive
To the T-o-p, that's the top man
I'ma come through nigga down to bring
Little boy running and the little girl too
Got the money tucked up in their hands
Over the wall and down into the street
Give your money
more
Boys and things that come by the dozen
But that ain't nothin' but drug store lovin'
Pretty little thing, let me light your candle'
Cause
in effect, the days are all peep
Grown by his own, provoked the wrong sheep
When I'm in effect, the day is all raw
Ten little workers, nine were all
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
have a good time
Old man Reaper's gonna get you on the train
Come on everybody, he's got cocaine and morphine too
Lots of stuff to get y'all high,
Every boy running and the little girl
At the money took up in their hand
Over the wall and down into the street
Give your money to the hollerin'
yeah the 3
Hooked up with them boys off that Long Drive
You know we stayin playa made, you know we gotta strive
To the T-o-p, that's the top man
Ima
ya
Let them boys know came here with tha Yungstar
And he fixin to flow, and he ain't no fuckin punk
So Im fixin to pass it
Hoppin like a rabbit
Man Im
reviling a meek
Innocent little 12-year-old Negro girl
As she tried to
Enroll in public school? Weren't they - or
Most of them - devout churchgoers? I detest
nice
So it's old flows, new flows, goals go, do blows
Now I'm on the road doing shows for some euros
Asking how I done it, man, I did it by the grace
Gaithersburg, right in Old Town, the shit was insane
I'll never forget it, and that's where I met my boy Lenny, Big Lenbo, wassup!
That's right man, we just
Bitches, they suckin', and fuckin', they do everything except bite it
I can go slow like an old man, I can go fast like I got nitro
Spent 20 racks for my
Little by little by little by little
I'm going crazy
Little by little by little by little
I'm going crazy
In reality I'm just an average Joe
Old toy trains, little toy tracks
Little boy toys, comin' from a sack
Carried by a man dressed in white and red
Little boy don't you think it?s
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