Lyrics:
the skies again were blue
Let's thank old Hattie for savin' our town
We'll fetch her from the Black Bayou
Party of ten of the town's best men headed for
town
Get me a pirogue
An' I'll catch all the fish in the bayou
Twice a month
We'll buy Yvonne what she need oh
Son of a gun
We're gonna have big fun
bust past your shit
while Big fuck your bitch
Uhh uhh, while your nigga take flicks
Uhh yeah Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique
Chorus: Cheek Del Vec
One two
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
New York New York, big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
[Chorus:]
Are you ready to throwdown?
Yes we are!
Well, get on down like your 'posed to
and shake your ass on the carpet like the old school
Are you
wouldn't go nowhere, took the detour
When you see the someone in the crack right by the sea shore?
When you see them brand new le Fleurs on the floor?
If
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
Wait, I've got a better plan
To catch this big red lobster man
Let's pop him in a boiling pot
And when he's done we'll butter him up
Kidnap
make it to the top, well he probably did and dropped
Struck down by the strength of the will
Ain't nothin' left here partner, just the dust of a plague
Sault Saint Marie
I can speak my mother tongue
Passing laws, just because
And singing songs of the English unsung
Well, how could you do it?
Well
Sault Saint Marie
I can speak my mother tongue
Passing laws, just because
And singing songs of the English unsung
Well, how could you do it?
Well
and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.
Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
was always well
He planted his corn in the month of June
And by July it was up to his eyes
Come September, came a big frost
And all the young
In scotland we flatter the english
By giving victories over them a significance
They don't fuckin merit.
If it was such a big deal to defeat
goes down
Well, you know what's wrong with the world today
People done gone and put their Bible's away
They're living by the law of the jungle not
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
Fresh from a bible belt town
That's what she's givin' up
Not really livin', just flesh comin' off a Greyhound
That's what he think of her
Right
[Intro:]
Uh huh.
Yeah, (yeah)
Uh (yeah...)
Finally Famous
D-town what it is? (whaddup)
Eastside, Westside...
Southwest. (Detroit!)
Yeah (yeah)
Can
Now we're gonna play a song now
Uh This song is from an album called One Size
Fit's All well I'm surprised you people
Have heard of it didn't sell
rhyme? Well you know I gets mine
Sittin' round in my abstract part
This abstract thing goin abstract far, yo
You're such a vivrant thing,
Vivrant thing,
And they're out there praying
You'll have a big meltdown
And take them on a little car chase
Through this whole town
They'll be there with you
When you're going
It's a big job gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
But I've been workin' man, dang near all my life but I'll keep workin'
Long as my two hands are
Sean de Paul 'longside Beyoncé (uh-huh), now hear di man say
Dis ah dutty yeah (a big tune), dutty yo (yo, yo)
Dutty yeah (yo, yo), dutty yo (yo, yeah)
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