Lyrics:
Shaking what the good Lord gave ya
Making all the girls jealous
Rocking this juke joint jail house just like Elvis
And, girl, I got you stuck in my
Международные друзья, мой плаг это Мексика
Не пи.ди про juke house, ведь твой house это taxi cab
Это мой трэп дом, я наполняю льдом, воу
Весь этот ice я мучу
Heyy load up
Follow me
To a place deep down ya'll
In the country
You can call it a whole in the wall
You can call it a juke joint
Maybe a liquor house
No
closer
Death always finds a way to dance out of order
The new Negro trades TDs for resources
Downtown by a cotton bowl gin
House slave won't juke or jive
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the juke-box!
I'm-a telling you,
When you're blue,
Well there's a lot to do
In the House Of Bamboo.
Lets go go!
You must get to know, Soho Joe,
He runs
jukey back
Knocked a juke at the wash house she wasn't coo with that
Juke said she had some wet wet
I bought skooba gear bitch
Hold on wait wait wait
Number fifty-four
The house with the bamboo door
Bamboo roof and bamboo walls
They've even got a bamboo floor
You must get to know Soho Joe
He
night
is the night of our lives
day that we wake
Somebody die
So
Even when home
Po up like vacation
Home of the juke
Footwork &
House nation
(Bridge)
your rhyme is just ???, so yo, don't front
Juke Box the undisputed power house on the scene
Representin 5th Ward, not Hollis, Queens
But if you know
faith between our teeth
Sleeping in that old abandoned beach house, getting wasted in the heat
And hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
faith between our teeth
Sleeping in that old abandoned beach house, getting wasted in the heat
And hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Number fifty-four
The house with the bamboo door
Bamboo roof and bamboo walls
They've even got a bamboo floor
You must get to know Soho Joe
He
smoking, no beer sold after 12 o'clock
Rosedale Mississippi, Magic City juke joint
Mr. Johnson sings over in a corner by the bar
Sold his soul
smoking, no beer sold after 12 o'clock
Rosedale Mississippi, Magic City juke joint
Mr. Johnson sings over in a corner by the bar
Sold his soul
bitch imma nuke ya,
Yeah boom,
I dnt needy shooter I stand alone n duke it out yeah I’m Nukem,
She bad come on I’ll eat ha out yeah I’m gruesome,
I juke n
And bring the house down in some juke joint
Grown woman, musk strutting out of my pores
But the tape only comes out once in a while now
I used it in a class
A G A
Number fifty-four,
A G Em7 A
The house with the bamboo door,
A G Em7 A G
Bamboo roof
we're staying home today
We're going to the Juke Joint
Ain't nothing left to say
Going to the Juke Joint tonight baby
Come with me to the Juke Joint baby
You had big plans, I understand
You wanted more for me than you ever got from a man
Fancy dresses and big diamond rings
House full of babies in
got by without any money - You never shut your big mouth
Got all kicked out in a hurry - Out in the dog house
In The Dog House
Beautiful, well, you know
I got the juice, Tropicana
I fuck with you lil mama
I got the (Boom) (Boom) the cabana
And then I juke juke until mañana
I got the juice, Tropicana
I
Downstairs at danny's all-star joint
They got a juke box that goes doyt-doyt
The vice is nice, they stay in the back all day
But when
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