Well I hate to leave you, hate to put you down But that way you love darling, no I'm Brooklyn bound I ain't got no money, no house on that hill But that
But there is one voice that has never been heard before, The voice of old Mr. World himself, The way he might sound if he could speak to us in our own
Hey now baby - Let's do the rump Yeah darling - Lets do the rump Do the rump 'til the broad daylight, broad daylight Hey now baby - All over again Yeah
Hear her calling, come to me Thought of her won't let me be Go to the valley, climb the hill Whatever it takes darling, you know I will Hey now darling
Well, I'm busted Yes, I'm busted But my heart Won't let me die If you feel alright, darlin' Won't you come around? Won't you come around? 'Round, 'round
Well it's one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine Count down the times I tried make you mine Cryin' out - Count down the times I tried to
Need a new love, yeah I'm ready Want my time, yeah I'm willing yeah 'Cause I'm the one who's gonna show When there's nobody I'll be your man, yeah I'
Goin' upstairs to pack my leavin' trunk I ain't seen no whiskey, woman make me sloppy Seen no whiskey, woman made me drunk Goin' back home, where I had
She said, "I know what it's like to be dead I know what it is to be sad" And she's making me feel like I never was born I said, "Who put all those things
Run me down in the winter, run me down spring Got to the place, can't do a goddamn thing But after a while, you ain't gonna run me down anymore Run me
Hey, can you see my cryin' Hey, don't you see me dyin' When I look into them eyes I know that I did you wrong The pain it lasted so long But if you don
Said I want you here with me, darlin' I need you Can you see I got the yearnin' We've all day, I want your love, your special way I love, I love your
Lean forward slightly, look straight at the speaker And listen with a sparkle in your eye As though you might be thinking "Gee, this is the most wonderful
ready (The saga continues) The tootsie roll (We still here, keep it up, keep it up) Yo, PD, Bad Boy, Alumni, BR (keep it up, keep, keep, keep it up) [Black
Don is (Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one) Peep game, uhh, what, what Out of this world like Mars, when I spit these bars Come fuck with these stars up
up, ladies an' gentleman An see the big black rapping cowboy An' take a peek at the original cowboy Stevie Wonder} {Oh grab yourself a quarter An' come
got his ass kicked But now he's married And he kicks his wife's ass Says it comes from problems That he had in the past Doesn't like blacks Claims he
shake it in them jeans Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw ya hands up Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up (up, up) Bottoms up, Bottoms up, Bottoms up, Bottoms up, Bottoms up
