Lyrics:
Down in Eutaw, Alabama in 1965
A young man ‘bout 21,
no different than you or I
He's catchin' catfish, and gettin' drunk
But Uncle Sam called,
to the Grammy Awards, ha ha
You wouldn't get far, fuckin' them rap stars
You know who you are, put your hands up ladies
You wouldn't get far, if you kept your
dancin', your uncle when he trippin'
The spirit of Stevie Wonder when "Superstition" was written
I'm the first bop when you walk into the party
I'm
a road play bap bap you
Beat so unbrand just call me
Uptown beveling Jerry look at my
Brother's spike no talking
Bring alders on pass by your house
time to slow it down
October 21st, Lavelle came to the world
Followed by three more boys and then a baby girl
Momma loved me, T.T. Uncle Jay
Loves
you're married to the blues, boy,
Your guitar is your wife.
It's like that fine old woman
Who you're faithful to for life."
Well the kid walked up
You wouldn't get far *** them rap stars
You know who you are, put your hands up, ladies
You wouldn't get far if you kept your legs closed
It would be
out and try to rectify some
Situation that you're facin'
Contact your American honky-tonk bar association
When Uncle Sam dips in your pocket for
the fire
Of ten (of ten) million stars (LL: guess who's back, uh)
I'm more then a conqueror
Double up your bets
Come and rumble with the decks
I know
of fantasy
That we believe in
Make a deal with Uncle Weezer
Sign your name to claim
China Chow will try to please her
Sweetness came from Jane
a ding-dong gorila and
I carry on cave man style
I'm gonna bop you on the head
And love you all the while
Well, I'm a monkey's uncle
Who's a cousin
know a secret down at Uncle Tom's Cabin
I know who put the bodies in the wishing well
(Guitar Solo)
Soon as they were gone me and Tom got down
Prayin
and the headline read
"All-American Comeback Kid"
He was recruited by the best schools in the land
He decided he would sign with his Uncle Sam
Kissed his mama
the future was right up under your nose
You thought the south wouldn't explode no more
Remember, I told you so
[T.I.]
Way back when Kriss-Kross was
Lawrence taught Me
I can take on Three
My Uncle Don taught Me
Stay Slick and Live Free
My Aunt Kim taught Me
Love who love You and Yours
My Grandpa Boog
a beauty, my life's a movie
I swear I'm only on take two
All my kids turned out great and I know your son gon' be great too (great too)
Brick by brick,
Square dance
No matter which side you're on
Or where you stand
Take your partner by the hand
And each pair dance
The Washington Square dance
The theme is
the future was right up under your nose
You thought the south wouldn't explode no more
Remember, I told you so
[T.I.]
Way back when Kriss-Kross was
Hey Now Now!
Every Night Sun Goes Down
And The People Are Staying At Home
You Can Tell Your Momma & Daddy
Leave Those Children Alone
They Know
buttons, oh really?
Allow Uncle L to hip y'all to somethin', uh, uh
Yeah, uh, check it out
There's a living power, make a man out a coward
Rebuild your
Hey Now Now!
Every Night Sun Goes Down
And The People Are Staying At Home
You Can Tell Your Momma & Daddy
Leave Those Children Alone
They Know
all are wondering
Who is this young unknown?
And why am I inheriting
The Anvilanian throne?
Men : Yes, why?
Women : Yes, why?
Crowd : Oh,
You ain't fly
Seriously pimpin', stop your bullshitin'
You ain't fly
Out here flexin' for them bitches when you barely getting by
I hate to see
Ugh, yeah
Snoop, Kells, once again
And this is for the non-believers
That seem to think that pimping is easy
Aye yo Uncle Snoop
Let's go get
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