Lyrics:
Woody walked out of the cotton field
In his head he had words that his lips concealed
An old airstrip where the weeds are growin'
A burned out
Looking for a hoodrat today
Don't you wanna come out and play
Come and play, come and play
[Warren G]
Nigga please, out on these, I'm a veteran
Who stays
To have a choice to be who you wants to be
It's left up to me, and my momma and 'em told me (yes she did)
I say to have a choice to be who you wants
So round, so firm, so fully packed, that's my gal
So complete front to back, that's my pal
Toasted by the sun and I'm a son of a gun
If she don't
stood behind our cotton bales and didn't say a thing
Old Hickory said we could take em by surprise
If we didn't fire a musket till we looked em in
Performed by minneapolis
Composed by sonny t.
M p l(l) s
I used 2 play the gig at archie's bunker
Then I up and joined the jeffersons
I was in a band
I'm not God-sent
Nas, Rakim, Pac, Big, James Todd Smith, and I'm not Prince, so
I walk on water
But I ain't no Jesus
I walk on water (It's true,
givin' but never cotton pickin'
Like James Brown I'm sayin' it loud
Am I loud enough? Huh, you got ta give it up
(Some ain't gonna change, some ain't
To have a choice to be who you wants to be
It's left uppa to me, and my momma n'em told me (yes she did)
I say to have a choice to be who you wants
I hope to be there by the morning
And see this pining all transforming
Into the arms of the Georgia sun
Savannah
I'd love to feel the heat
the ass is, but who's looking
And I mean that's my man, maybe I just took a peek
Maybe I wondered what it would be like, syke, cause james and me like
I
There I go, there I go, there I go
There I go,
Pretty baby, you are the soul who snaps my control
Such a funny thing but every time you're near me
see it later
'Cause I work magic like a magician
I add up like a mathematician
I'm a bank cashier, engineer
I wear cotton and I don't wear sheer
What did you know? Who did you tell?
Where did you go? What did you do?
In the "James Run"? What did you knew?
Where did you go? What did you do?
the mornin', who's the one they calling (me)
Step back, James Harden
You fucking with a Taylor, beg ya pardon, boy you know, it's (me)
Just a snotty nose in
and cotton swabs
When present tense gets strangled in the woes
Made of our future foe scenarios
This revolution baby
Proves who you work for lately
Who do you
to the wall
Who's sittin' in the crib, and you don't know who to call
(Jesus!) Hangin' on a tight rope, fingers slippin' off
But you ain't by yourself dog,
the garden and helping pick the cotton and the corn
Then came the time of the Mississippi floods and all of his work went down the drain
The land was parched
Well, I was singin' some old cheatin' song
When this blue-eyed blonde came by
She said, I'm a table over in the corner
Why don't you drop around
(you're blinded by the)
Action! (You need that)
Hollywood (uh, uh, uh, uh)
Oh, it's the lights (you're blinded by the)
Satisfaction (you need that)
steady addin'
This is just a fraction
Blunt matchin' after matchin'
Matchin' after matchin'
All by myself, ask Michael Phelps
Bean pies and Philadelph'
Now dis one dedicated to de man dem call MacGyver (bo!)
And all double-oh-seven James Bond man 'e from de area (gunshot, gunshot)
Maximum respect
This is music to be murdered by
Got a premonition
I feel the end is near
The beauty starts to fade
My joy has turned to pain
I hear the symphony
They found James Ambrose dead in his cell,
A gaping gash in his arm had drained him down to hell.
No one knew for sure if Ambrose was his name.
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