Paroles:
Cotton Needs A Picking

call his daughters black xxxxxxx Make him pick cotton, while they momma clean up the kitchen The same cotton in white tees that's the cotton they was pickin

in dA tip cup, of thyck chick in A thong wit A big butt when it gettin on, wont b cheap when it on like peachtree, mAke A chick tAke it off like freAknik

not trying to put the big apple down 'Cause they don't need a man like me in town I pick cotton down on the Dixie line Work hard all day tryin' to make a

put me there Big bayou where did you go To the river that's running slow and to the Gulf of Mexico Big bayou carry me home I took a cotton picking job

a milking and a churning Picking cotton raisin' hell and baling hay I been to Georgia on a fast train honey I wouldn't born no yesterday I got a good

Gotta get up, gotta go to work Work so hard that your back all hurt Hurt so bad cause you work so hard Pick that cotton, work that yard Yard is hard cause

Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit Knowing he could rap, no one lifted a hands So he went about his business and devised a plan Made a CD

eyes Slide the cotton off of your shoulder And feel the shine, feel the shine I'm hooked so toss me over and cast a line, oh I'll try Oh, throw a party

my word My body is holding a couple scars on it, though I was never a bird For Martin Luther and my brother Malcolm (I'll die for you) And my ancestors picking cotton