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Watson ton drapeau, la colère dans tes yeux 
Au prix de ta vie, tu es l'homme cétacé 
Sont assez d'ennemis pour te faire chavirer 
Mais il est des
of gratification in some twisted mind
Johnny Guitar Watson: YEAH!
Senator Trible: Now, the effects of such lyrics on a well adjusted child may not be cataclysmic
And Honey Watson
I struggle on

Oh, Honey Watson
We were born with sin
Some truth, some reconciliation
And gone with the wind

If it feeds the need
like you and me no sirree

Charlie Watson wandered like a stranger showin' he had no means of support
Policeman took a look at Charlies pants cuffs
keep to goings on, 
I tend to stick with kin, 
But Watson had it in from the beginning. 

Built that house on Chatham bed, wine wash knotted pine.
from the comb
Ravel thread around the loom
Dig the dirt up from the tomb
Dr. Watson, I presume

One will follow
Two unknown sorrow
Three for
wait, wait, okay, Watson, Watson, stop
'Cause this nigga J. Cole, he done grew some dreads
He think he smoke now
Pass the blunt, nigga, stop rappin'
all think they're so grand
Yes, they all think they're so grand
But they're not
Oh no they're not.

Dr. Watson drinks large whiskies
He's nearly
in my hand
Commonwealth, Theriott, White Plains, Randall
Omestead, Bointain, Colgate, Watson

[Fat Joe]
Play rap loud, politicin' business
Wit
is clear)
(Irene, a coast is clear)
"Ahoy there, Mr. Watson, lower the mainsail!" (Irene, the coast is clear)
"Aye Aye, Cap'n... much obliged."
"By
all think they're so grand
Yes, they all think they're so grand
But they're not
Oh no they're not.

Dr. Watson drinks large whiskies
He's nearly
the domeâ??

You're not a lone, this world is stocked with clones
And my dear Watson's are coming to bite a style near you
You best for sure lock your homes
[Watson:]
Maintenant qu't'a connais tout est différent
J'm'ennuie de nous avant, dans le temps on passait des beaux moments
Mais c'est fini ce temps, vous
Mrs. Watson's doesn't care for the children at her feet
They're just a needy ball and chain for her to mistreat 
There was a time - long ago
When she
Watson 



Verse 2: Fat Joe 

Play rap loud, politicin business 

Wit the crack crowd, fact file, funny how I never seen a rat smile 

My last
that got away

Hang on Watson, hang on Watson
(I don't want to go on my own)
feeling cold
Mary's feeling cold

Mary files the papers for the boss
Of Smith & Watson's data company, yeah
From nine to five she's doing the duties, uh
There on your TV screen
A shot, and then a scream
Watson's call at Scotland Yard
A case for Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock Holmes, you can't leave
'cause you know I'm on the lamb

Wanted man by Lucy Watson,
Wanted man by Jeannie Brown
Wanted man by Nellie Johnson,
Wanted man in this next town

I've
take twenty five or thirty
I'd put them all on a freight
A million dollar reward for me
Each and every state
The Sheriff says, is you Guitar Watson
make sure the kids were all outside 
Billy Watson would look out for the evil eye 

Now Mrs. Bailey took a nap at three o'clock each day 
We knew that
Wanted man by Lucy Watson,
Wanted man by Jeannie Brown
Wanted man by Nellie Johnson,
Wanted man in this next town

I've had all that I wanted of a lot
Wanted man by Lucy Watson,
Wanted man by Jeannie Brown
Wanted man by Nellie Johnson,
Wanted man in this next town

I've had all that I wanted of a lot
Wanted man by Lucy Watson,
Wanted man by Jeannie Brown
Wanted man by Nellie Johnson,
Wanted man in this next town

I've had all that I wanted of a lot

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