Lyrics:
on along
Let me take you by the hand
Up to the man, up to the man
Who's the leader of the band
And if you want to hear the Swanee River played in
wear Beenie beenie
Love to grab my waist when I ride cause it's teeny
And I Love to slurp it up so he call me linguine
And after I make him bust he
all the cards and they ain't playing Gin
You dare to call me crazy, have you looked around this place?
I should walk away
Oh, I should walk away
that's strong
You load sixteen tons and what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul
the smack
Now they got me for traffickin', racketeerin', audio crack
They call me Dope Man, Dope Man
I try to tell 'em I'm where hope, floats man
Ghetto
Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man
on along
Let me take you by the hand
Up to the man, up to the man
Who's the leader of the band
And if you want to hear the Swanee River played in
single kiss
There's not a moment with you I wanna miss
If that makes me a selfish man
Then call me a selfish man
Oh, I'll live for you, baby
Die for
I awake every morning
With her strength by my side
I am not a hero
I am not an angel
I am just a man
A man who's trying to love her
Unlike
noise)
Yeah! (Where you get that thang, man?) (By my side)
When you do somethin' to somebody, um (By my side)
It ain't just you, it's somebody next
thang, man
Fuck what they lookin' at!
I'm in that hot thing, gutter lane
Dippin' with that wood grain
So fuckin' hood, man
They call me
Hey Na na
It's all about Last Night
Beenie Man
Professor come sing
O la la
I had a long day at work and I was tired then I came home in
run rough
There comes a point when a man has had enough
Like a friend who always stands by me
Memphis knows me
Memphis shows me
How did life just
me by
Mothers on the stoop
Boys in souped-up coupes
On this hot summer night
Between fight and flight
Is the blind man's sight
So call up the line
Get down wit', down wit' us
[Chorus]
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (you're
Nothin' would feel just right
If I wasn't by your side
Cause I'm not easy to understand
But you know me like the back of your hand
I'm your girl and you're
Arthur: Well I can't just call you "man"
Man: Well you could say "Dennis" -
Arthur: I didn't know you were called Dennis!
Man: Well, you didn't bother
casin' out your crib, tryna pop your fuckin' noodles
She was twenty I was twelve, man my Nana said she raped me
I jus' smiled from ear to ear, sayin'
to say
But nothing was clear
I only remember her voice
Above the sound of the pinball
Saying to me
You can't treat the wrong man right
Or change
somethin' man, your ass is grown
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
(Kids, sing, kids, sing)
We wasn't supposed to make it
and a back that's strong
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter, don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I
your crib, tryna pop your fuckin' noodles
She was twenty I was twelve, man my Nana said she raped me
I jus' smiled from ear to ear, sayin' take me baby
Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man
Tribal tattoos and he don't know what it means
But I heard he makes you happy, so that's fine by me
But still, I'm just keepin' it real
Still lookin'
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