Angelique-O, Angelique-O, Mama's got to take you back, Angelique-O, Angelique-O, Teach you all the things you lack. Angelique-O, Angelique-O, Mama
Beautiful beautiful brown eyes Beautiful beautiful brown eyes Beautiful beautiful brown eyes I'll never love blue eyes again. Molly my darling, I love
Do do do do do Do do do do do Do do do do do. I was born in east Virginia North Carolina I did go There I loved a fair young maiden Whose age and name
Yo ho, Here's a tale That's fair and dear to the hearts of those that sail 'Bout a lighthouse keeper and his bare faced wife Who joined together for
around And wherever I see a deck of cards I lay my money down, lay my money down I lay my money down I've gambled down in Washington Gambled up in Maine I'm
I been havin' some hard travelin', I thought you know. I been havin' some hard travelin', Way down the road. I been havin' some hard travelin',
As he went along his way When all at once a mighty herd Of red eyed cows he saw A plowin' through the ragged sky, And up a cloudy draw Yippie-I-O,
I went down to the St. James Infirmary, Saw my sweet baby there; Lying still and quiet, So cold, so young, so fair. Let her go, let her go, God bless
Wo...wo... A time to be reaping A time to be sowing The green leaves of summer Are calling me home " Twas so good to be young then In the season
Yellow bird, up high in banana tree. Yellow bird, you sit all alone like me. Did your lady friend leave the nest again? That is very sad, makes me feel
Once there were green fields kissed by the sun. Once there were valleys where rivers used to run. Once there were blue skies with white clouds high above
from the bottom to the top. Temptation or confusion makes you wanna stop. ButЎ (I know you, and you know me) C.b.m.c. given to me by chuck d. That’s deep
you, in them apple bottom jeans Chinchilla on your back, I wanna know your name Girl I'm Twista, I could blow your brains Put you in a chameleon, O-four
my Benz and my Coupe Like Jay and Run and D.M.C.'s, that's the name of my group (now speed it up) Beat to the rhythm of the rhyme I'm givin up a dime,
Can't Understand my city's under siege F-a-c-e-M-o-b screamin 'cause i mean it Till these muthafuckas bury me 37-40 pull dat pistol packin gun slangin
flag, let the pants sag, fuck a drag (I'm a puff the whole bag) Yeah, it's the low down and I'm the Low-key, The O.G. niggas know me (True) So take it
Come alive from the bottom to the top Temptation or confusion makes you wanna stop But? (I know you, and you know me) C.B.M.C. Given to me by Chuck D
Assassin] I see your life without the right It wouldn't be nothin' without the S.O.M. It wouldn't be nothin' without the S.O.M.