Lyrics:
when Miss Willie come home
She'd made one rap on my door
I said, "Is that you, Miss Willie? I'd like to know
Don't you rap no more"
I love Miss Willie
Twas in the merry month of May
When flowers were a-bloomin'
Sweet Willie on his deathbed lay
For the love of Barbara Allen
He sent his
Twas in the merry month of May
When flowers were a-bloomin'
Sweet Willie on his deathbed lay
For the love of Barbara Allen
He sent his servant
did they spy?
He led her a-little farther and
What did they spy?
But a new-dug grave, with a spade lying by
"Oh Willie, oh Willie
I'm afraid of your
Van and Willie went out one night
Once they get out on the road
Well then everything is alright
Had to get away from the kids and the wives
Well
so deep
He led her over hills and valleys so deep
Pretty Polly mistrusted and then began to weep
Oh Willie, Little Willie, I'm afraid to of your
Hello I'm Johnny Cash one night
I had a backstage pass to
The Willie Nelson Show
There were wackos and weirdos
And dingbats and dodos
And athletes
Willie and Laura Mae Jones were our neighbors a long time back
They lived right down the road from us in a shack, just like our shack
The people
ready, man, that smoke gon' rise
Run the speed limit, never see blue lights
Everybody's chillin' where we always high
Hangin' out with Willie on that
I know a cat named way out Willie
He got a cool little chick called rockin' Millie
He can walk and do the Susie-Q
Do that crazy hand jive too
'Twas in the merry month of May
When flowers were a-bloomin'
Sweet Willie on his deathbed lay
For the love of Barbara Allen
He sent his servant
when Miss Willie come home
She'd made one rap on my door
I said, "Is that you, Miss Willie? I'd like to know
Don't you rap no more"
I love Miss Willie
so deep
He led her over hills and valleys so deep
Pretty Polly mistrusted and then began to weep
Oh Willie, Little Willie, I'm afraid to of your
of my flight
As we taxi toward the runway
With the smog and haze reminding me
Of how I feel
WILLIE
Just a country boy who's learning
That the pitfalls
Twas in the merry month of May
When flowers were a-bloomin'
Sweet Willie on his deathbed lay
For the love of Barbara Allen
He sent his servant
alright for the shape I'm in
Sitting by a fire with some damn good friends
Willie on my left, Jack on my right
Blowin' that smoke on a Friday night
"Who gives a fuck about a God damn grammy?"
(Willie D)
Yo, Flav, I give a fuck about a God damn grammy
But them motherfuckin hoes won't hand me one
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Well I'd used up all my favors
Pestered all my friends
Had no one left to torture with my shitty songs again
So I kidnapped Willie Nelson
I know a cat named way out Willie
He got a cool little chick named rockin' Millie
He can dance and stroll and Susie-Q
Do that crazy hand jive too
the shit that I address
It ain't my motherfuckin' fault niggas ain't learnin'
We in too deep and ain't no returnin'
Willie D:
Willie D is my motherfuckin'
[ Bushwick Bill ]
Say D and Ak, those muthafuckas are down there at the mall protestin aginst us, man
[ Willie D ]
What?!
[ Scarface ]
Man, you
along with me
Come on Pretty Polly, and go along with me
Before we get married, some pleasure to see
Oh Willie, sweet Willie, I fear from your ways
Hit up Wet Willie's right on Ocean Drive
Easter pink
Had to upgrade my lifestyle
An amazing thing, now I'm laying beach side chillin'
Under palm trees,
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