It's still called the blues Baby needs new shoes Mama needs a new dress Daddy's out scufflin' Tryin' to do his best Anyway you look at it It's still
(Lee Vida Walker) Please don't be angry with me cause I've gone away I've told you about your mistakes But you didn't hear a word I said I'm so tired
You're ridin' with the blues Don't you know you're ridin' with King Yes yes you're ridin' with the King I wanted to say B.B. King but you know King Don
here we're going all back to the begun. All we go to the very beginnin', Before we made this and very few people knew about, B.B. King. We go all
up mama house by opening ovens Now mama see that shit on Oprah and know that it's coming That's real shit, it's bigger than rap, my nigga Cole busy, but
cell phone ringin traffic light chaangaan... [Verse 2: Billy Cook] Is a sunday screwd up day outside might as well pullout tha candy slab it's tyme to riiide [? ] candy blue
rainin tha block still got bled you don't work you don't eat that's what somebody said I was riding tha bus [? ] was riding red j-rock was riding blue
people roll swanga's, I wanted to be rollin' the same thang Never had alot of work, but I was doin' what I could Movin' nickles, dimes, twenty's, and
it in they face free my partner Grace What's up to that Los what's cracking cause I'm straight lase What's up to that Pokey What's up to that Woldy Always
them handcuffs Playing for a blue van, cause if it's red nigga that's FED I guess it's back to drank and pretties, and eating at Jack Mack's Red But I
's why I'm praying everyday, when I wake up I look around, God blessed me with great stuff [Hook: x2] (A lovely daaaay), it's a lovely day A lovely day
s trying to out do my flows And all I wanna do is get the key, and open the do' For my Southeastern pros, fuck it let's show em that we could Swang the 4's
(*talking*) This for all the DJ A, B, C, D's, wanna be motherfuckers Whoever you is, my nigga DJ Screw created this style It's here to stay, you with
to the death it's a suicidal success Jealous of you? You're 5'2", low IQ My words strike you, and any motherfucker that likes you "It's coming, Seamus!" And that's
Said I got the blues Said I got the blues Said I got the blues Gotta jones in my bones and it won?t leave me lone I got the blues Mmmmmmmm
time we ah wait to see we people unify Clean out we self and real's start purify We done uniform you know it's straight mulitply Straight multiply, know it's
sky Saying, "The sun's not yellow it's chicken. Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for fuse I'm in the kitchen
sky Saving, "The sun's not yellow it's chicken" Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for the fuse I'm in the