money well Just ain?t Haven?t it I Don?t know it all, but i tell what i know Never let girl cook in ya kitchen All up in ya fridge, and next will the
death-row Will his violence return? Will he call out to his mother, 'mama, you can watch me burn!' Inmate Killer wants to go to college Another bullshit degree Tell
on piano have the drums come in real bold but i couldn't think of anything good to say so the big ballot strings will never get played pretty melody i wrote will
you're not around shiny tops and soda pops when I hear your lips make a sound when I hear your lips make a sound Thirty notes in the mailbox will tell
"I'm moving," he said, "where?" asked Margot "Two weeks away, two weeks away," he said M-Mitchell "Where is that?" asked Margot "It's everywhere, I will
tell you you ain't got the power to rhyme They used to tell me toughen up Put some bass in your voice They used to tell me lighten up Put some Mase in
Go To The Mardi Gras 2:46 Trk 1 (R. Byrd, T. Terry) Professor Longhair (vocal & piano) Recorded: Cosimo Matassa's studio (Governor Nichols St. in
uh huh, Royal Emperor In my time, ya know, my time, went through a lot of things Yo, yo, yo I write the realest, only my true niggas will feel it Though
perplexed and I'm vexed cause everywhere i go people be flexin and expecting me to wanna flow I don't play that the only way that i will be playin as
yeah, we the class clowns jump shoot third time around dawg if i was just to step in the ring and outta the box would errbody be on my or will i stop
like that Dirty, Southern gritty Bouncin' through yo' city 2000 Rocketship sittin' on some chrome 20's Choppin', collar poppin', platinum droppin' Space Age 4 Eva means that we will
6 pence it's intense Surpise your at the end like the sixth sense Heavy hitters knockin' shit out the park You couldn't even really play tell me why
and you just the piano man Your song gonna top the charts, I heard 'em, I'm not a fan-n-n Talkin' greasy I'm the one that gave them they chance Somebody need to tell
-d-d-d never gonna see the day that I ain't got the upper hand I'm respected from californ.i.a. way down to japan I'm a real producer and you just the piano
real producer and you just the piano man your song gonna top the charts, I heard em, I'm not a fan-n-n-n-n talkin greasy im the one that gave them they chance somebody need to tell
be thinkin' of Oh, we will, will come together as close as fingers in a glove And before the night is over you gonna be in love Play your little piano
in and Blow up the outside world Someone tried to tell me something Don't let the world bring you down Nothing will do me in before I do myself So
sunglasses on, baby And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong After the boys of summer have gone I never will forget those nights I wonder
