Lyrics:
believe I'm in the power of st. Lazarus
And he holds me in his sight
I know that these jitterbug days I'm living
Well they won't last for all of us
But
Ah, ho-ho, 'Enry 'Iggins
Ah, ho-ho, 'Enry 'Iggins, just you wait
One day I'll be famous, I'll be proper and prim
Go to St. James so often I will
The legend you are about to hear is true
Only the needle should be changed to protect the record
This is the countryside
My name is St. George
will to man
At twenty below the winter storm it billows
But the fire is so warm inside
And the children while nestled in their pillows
Dream of St
believe I'm in the power of st. Lazarus
And he holds me in his sight
I know that these jitterbug days I'm living
Well they won't last for all of us
But
Come tomorrow way down south in
St amore, whoa, oh, oh
Reunited with my love in St amore, oh, oh, oh
Jezahel, Jezahel jezahel, Jezahel
Will we both
High
Everybody feel high everybody feel high
Like St thomas, to di Titch field
Like Calabar High, to di Merl Grove
And Water Ford to Comboland
Bun
(CORUS) ,
Boom ah so me tell them fi stop ,
Still them ah fire gun shot ,
Well every man have a glock ,
cnd ah aim for the top ,
But there's only one
Dotta
Let's get it clear
Who want that hot shit
Well place your order
I hope you ready
This the 1st quarter
Showtime Showtime grab ya mufuckin tickets
locals and New Yorkers
And the Brazilian Navy
By mini-moke and scooters
In cabs and stolen cars
Came the creatures of the evening
From St. Martin
From St. Martin and from Mars
Alors, Alors, Alors, Alors alors come on, come on
Vien faire un tour autour do rocher
On croisera les fantomes do
L.E.S big thangs T West how was I supposed to know Check it
The 1st night I laid eyes on her my 1st reaction was whoa!
The baddest chick I'd ever
swishy I get the swisha fire when fire burnin'
Tired of tires turnin' I'm wired like Tyler Durden
Lock and load the b***h when I roll with swish
U can hold
On the side, got a wifey with brolic
don't mock it, then she gonna evolve into broly
The shawty so flossin'
y'all dumb s**t can't f**k with
Go bluffin' that
jumped in to see how fire feel so don't you try to save me
I ain't gon' lie you know the truth I guess
I'm kind of crazy
Bloody Mary, it's a bloody game
jumped in to see how fire feel so don't you try to save me
I ain't gon' lie you know the truth I guess
I'm kind of crazy
Bloody Mary, it's a bloody game
to call?
A fool
Always holding to wild eyed
To wild eyed truth
There's fire, fire in the old songs
The old songs of youth
Out on the St Louis line
Discard
da mattress
Ran off on the plug cause dat b**** n***** was taxin
Pull up if ya want you know we goin get it craccin
Fire yo a** up jus like a box
(Hella sawcie!)
Mhrih
huh
Yeah yeah Yeah yeah Yeah yeah
Huh huh
Woaaah
Keep playing with me wina avulalapo
I ain't faking s**t ine siine Rango
I
To Dante's fire
Every preacher and every lover is a liar
You're just a liar
And I'd rather not tell God that when the bars all closed their doors
You moved
What they say he got the flow
What they, what they say he go the flow
Uh
Paid a pot of gold
St. Tropez and popped the code
Uh
Wasn't an obstacle
Just
say my vocals everywhere they go
They gone say that boy right there he fire!
Geeking off my posters at the local shows
Take my pics and pos'em like look
Manned a faithful fifty
On a boat in Gitmo
Did my duty
But missed the booty
I heard that St. Barth
Was the place I should go
How could a coastie
Careful thought decisions
And my whole cli-tique the same vision
41st till I dearly depart 'Til then
I'll be somewhere gettin' bent up in a den
Sippin' gin
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