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Big Chief Part 2 2:33 Trk 4
(Quezerque Gaines)
Professor Longhair (vocal & piano)
Recorded: by Joe Ruffino 1964 - Cosimo Matassa's Studio
Musicians:
Big Chief Part 2 2:33 Trk 4
(Quezerque Gaines)
Professor Longhair (vocal & piano)
Recorded: by Joe Ruffino 1964 - Cosimo Matassa's Studio
Musicians:
Big Chief Part 2 2:33 Trk 4
(Quezerque Gaines)
Professor Longhair (vocal & piano)
Recorded: by Joe Ruffino 1964 - Cosimo Matassa's Studio
Musicians:
Feeling good, feeling nice, we can do it all night
Ain't nothing wrong, no, we're just rolling along
Living the high life, yeah
Living the high life
to the gossip, that's what's said about me constant
It's the life and times of Bumpy Johnson meets Nucky Thompson
I used to rap about death, now I'm only concerned
Diggi-diggi-diggi-dick 

It feels good to grab the mic and just allow yourself to chat 

The master of the microphone is here and he's black 

Recitin poetry,
and sirens
Niggas open fire
Buncha Thug Life niggas on the rise
Until I die
Ask me why I'm a Boss Player gettin' high
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas Can't C Me
on down the aisle. 
Mr. Big Man packin' that steel. 
But tonight you ain't shit. 
Now spin the fuckin' wheel! 
Looks good nice try! Now let's see just
look like they'll pop through beaters
And the hips won't fit in the L-drop two-seater
But ma' I ain't the type to love ya
I'm a triflin', good for
ex-pionage, dodgeball square hard
Strip bars, no bras, wet leotards
And a mink in, next album "Blood on Chef Apron"
Keep a Gambino PlayStation in your playpen
suckas hating on my name cause I'm next
Protected by the planes
J-L-R family crest
Momma fall back from them lames and fly with the best

Get paid
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas Can't see Me

The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see Me

Been getten worried that
threats given by clowns
I guess livin' is prison when you live around clowns
I'm hexed cursed worse I been blessed first
I thought I was abnormal cause I
niggas off something gravy
Especially when I get to doin' it by the way, hey
So that nigga told me, that's square
But why ya want to get in on that
beaters
And the hips won't fit in the L-drop two-seater

But ma' I ain't the type to love ya
I'm a triflin, good for nothin, type a brother
This cute
on the whole
fucking world and kicked it square in the ass.

Just before the release of my first album I was sitting on the steps in
front of my apartment