Lyrics:
to the side, still refusing to relinquish my plantation house
I'm Booker T. Washington in a red, pinstriped double-breasted suit with red silk socks and a pair
you woulda walked by
And bumped me hard or just looked at me wrong
My chain on, try to book me, you gone
Goons, Italian leathers, couple bottles
the coins to fall
Blue-red silk burning on my chest
Go to sleep but not to rest
Stepping stones on the yellow sea
Dreaming she'll be there for me
Come down
hunnies wearing silk robes
Time to flip the script, bust the whip
Legend with the chip, dark blue with my trunk dipped
To the feds, catch me if you can
I'm
entertaining
So you hear the boss up, concrete blue, gossip
Media take out, let 'em talk while I cake out
I can't be more than me
But you can make me out
Written by Eric Kaz
© 1967 Embassy Music Corp (BMI)
If you see a friend and he tries to say
A girl we once knew is losing her way
It's true
I
to dig
Lovely little honeys in their crews is what I dig
If they fake the fig it's the blues child dig
{want some of my soda?}
Fine they be mega, sexy
sheets of silk in between
Well, anyway, that's how it seemed
I thought I wanted to marry him
His face was sculpted by God
His words were gentle and ever
get down with you
I wanna get down with you, kick it with you
Blow it with you, book it with you
Sail across that blue off the beach of Cancun
Hit
it's all for a piece of gold
Straighway then he led her all down into the hold
Saying "I'll dress you up in sailor's clothes, your jacket shall be blue
shotgun, coolin' with my man fresh Wes
The royal blue Brougham was a drop top rag
You could tell we was pimps from the Las Vegas tags
'Cause that's how we
want to be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be
from my iPhone
I'ma take it one-two way back
Like a silk wife beater and a wave cap
Or the wave pool at Blue Bayou
And I waved, fool, as I blew by
profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my school. Get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they
it's all for a piece of gold
Straighway then he led her all down into the hold
Saying "I'll dress you up in sailor's clothes, your jacket shall be blue
it's all for a piece of gold
Straighway then he led her all down into the hold
Saying "I'll dress you up in sailor's clothes, your jacket shall be blue
White sands stretched out as far as the eye can see
Found buried by the sea
The heat of Allah son will crack through Antarctica
We ride blue whales, you
if you kiss the dicks
Of the niggaz? Never, Nosferatu's
Those witches and warlocks in blue
Government gumshoe, keepers of the first zoo
Who?
ticket in the pocket
In her new blue jeans
Evangeline
She's on her own
Just barely seventeen
When she left home
Don't know where she's been
holding me
To the same blue flame that you are under
I feel you scolding me
Your virgin mary's in the way
Hallucinate her face by day
Obscure
back with ease
Use me up and take my pride
You can have it all anytime you like
Woman, yeah
Your heart is stone but your skin is silk
I should be ashamed
forever transformed
Once I loosed what was binding me
Saw how I'd been adorned
All these blue and white lines of mine
Each one by design
Kaleidoscopic
within questions, within questions
Looking in shades of green
Through shades of blue
I trust you trust in me
To mistrust you
Through the silk
the summer, silk in the winter
This is such an art, where do I begin uh..
Used to sing tenor, in the church choir
Really I was flexin', but the girls they
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