Lyrics:
and Ballin' the Jack
Then that old Black Bottom 'til they started that Jitterbug Rag
Then across the water came Cuban Pete
He started a boogie
Women, if you love me, please let me know
Tie rags around your neck and learn the sets we throw
These are the days of our lives and I'm sorry to the fans
to eat,
'fore I go to work I even brush your teeth
Get home in the evenin' and you're still in bed
Got yourself a rag tied 'round you're head.
Oh
the nigga's talkin' shit
Roof, roof, roof, roof
I'm sippin' on Tanqueray
With my my mind on my money and my mouth full of ganjay
R-A-G
and rags.
Miserable and lonely, repentant and contrite.
Will I take her in or hurl her to the walls?
Give her kindness or the treatment she deserves?
his big red bags
In the top or the bottom, he reached in and got 'em
Toys for the boys, for the girls glad rags
And the grownups got some presents
the prettiest girl in all the world to me
Jane, Jane, Jane, with the pretty, pretty face
Dressed in rags she still looks like a queen
Jane, Jane, Jane, she
and Ballin' the Jack
Then that old black bottom till they started the Jitterbug rag
Then across the water came Cuban Pete he started the boogie to the Rhumba
Here's something that you never had
It slid in on an oily rag
The price is right up on the tag
I'll put in a brand new bag
This thing will let
put a beggar in my heart
Calling Sister Midnight
You've got me walking in rags
Hey where are you Sister Midnight
Can you hear me call
Can you hear
a motley crew
Some were foreigners and others he knew
Rich men and lost beggars in rags
Handsome young ladies and wicked old hags
As the train rushed
grabbed a rag doll
And stuck some little pins in it
Now we're a family
And we're alright now
We got money and a little place
To fight now
We don't
Here's something that you never had
It slid in on an oily rag
The price is right up on the tag
I'll put in a brand new bag
This thing will let
niggas praise Yukons and getting paid
Its goin' take a lot more than coupons to get us saved
Like it take a lot more than du-rags to get you waves
so wild
Well you kind of women tryin' to get control of me
Trample me down like a wild rag queen
All that powder, perfume & paint
Makes me
to be lying by your side
But I'm just about a moonlight mile on down the road
Made a rag pile of my shiny clothes
Gonna warm my bones
Gonna warm my
If the angels have sweethearts then I want you for mine
I'd be a tramp and sleep in the street
Or I'd be a beggar with rags on my feet
If I knew
to eat,
'fore I go to work I even brush your teeth
Get home in the evenin' and you're still in bed
Got yourself a rag tied 'round you're head.
Oh
his ride
Rag top tray on Daytons
Lifted side to side
We hit the party deep
Niggas was hawkin' me
You could feel the vibe
Of thick artillery
Parliament
grain of sand
I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night
In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a wintry light
In
It's a shame it's sunken rags
The way you play me down
It's a shame the way you hide me in the electric school
I was brave to call your name
Down
that he was a drag
'Cause, man, they were clean
And his clothes were like rags
One was a business man
With plenty of dough
He had his thing so set
that hair
They just don't like
Those rags you wear
You say
I'm gonna pack up my stuff
I'm gonna run away
And then you say
You drive me
the jug,
He's alive with lots of jive,
Doug the jitterbug!
They threw him out of school
'Cause all he learned was Tiger Rag,
He never knew
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