Lyrics:
folks, one thin dime, just one tenth of a dollar.
Come on in and see Stella the snake dancer (is it real?)
She walks, she talks, she wiggles on her belly
And sometimes I drink too much with the crowd,
And, sometimes I talk a little too loud,
My head may be aching, but it's unbowed,
And sometimes I see it all
prayers
Someone who's there (Who's there)
The Lord, Jesus Christ, himself
When I'm with you baby i go out of my head
And I just can't get enough
And I
lighters I'ma fire plus they gotta aim
I just left the title game
Don't they drove it trying to block me
I'm surrounded by this dollars
Big bank take
Winter gettin' colder, summer gettin' warmer
Tidal wave comin' cross the Mexican border
Why buy a gallon, it's cheaper by the barrel
Just don't get
on your lips, my bum is on your lips"
And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
And that's the message that we deliver to little kids
baby's all hands in the air and don't have a care
When her song's on the radio
A little crazy with a blue jean tear
Gets a RayBan's stare just about
a little, and dog, you'll never believe this
But Sharonda actually talks to me now, Jesus
And everyone else is just tryin' to pick up the pieces
Man, how
you niggas talk shit, we count bank figures (say what?)
I got no time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas
Have a little talk with Jesus
Tell him all about your troubles
Cast upon him all your cares
Take it to the Lord in prayer
He's not a man that
never believe this
But Sharonda actually talks to me now
Jesus and everyone else is just tryna pick up the pieces
Man how you touch so many fucking
gotta squeeze us
Send a little money there's tax on Jesus
Fix it with a prayer, fix it with a dollar
Does anybody out there ever want to holler?
Oh, oh,
I wanna be your favorite and always by your side
I wanna talk forever with babies down the line
Yodel-odel-oh, oh oh
Yodel-odel-oh, oh oh oh
But
with your wooden cart that you push along while you walk
Hey, salesman, got a little dog whose tail wags when you talk
You always wear a smile, even
I had a talk with my woman late last night
And she reassured me everything was alright
And time hung still like a falling rain
Now i know
in the well that can wish ya' boy well
Cells eaten by cancer got me lookin' for answers
Doctors say my daughter won't grow up to be a dancer
Just
He hears the ticking of the clocks
And walks along with a parrot that talks,
Hunts her down by the waterfront docks where the sailers all come in.
is flirting is just like a sport
Anything fly, it's all good, let me dump it
Please set in the trumpet
A little bit of Monica in my life
A little
a little
Heal a little hurt
I-I-I-I-I
My heart breaks that we let her down
Placating all the lies
Yeah, we'll sell her out as if
She is Jesus
you niggas talk shit, we count bank figures (say what?)
I got no time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas
Plowing these fields in the hot summer sun
Over by the gate, Lordy here she comes
With a basket full of chicken
And a big cold jug of sweet tea
I
and talk his baby talk
With a hole in his pants and his knees stickin' out he's just big enough to walk
Bimbo Bimbo where ya gonna go
Bimbo's got two
okay with me
I'll do my steps all by myself
I don't need nobody to play with me
But if you just give me a chance
I can put you in a trance the way I
We'll never know for sure
What we will find if we don't try
On the other side
Oh we'll take our time
Bend just a little bit break just a little
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