Mr. Siegal  by Tom Waits
i spent all my money in a mexican whorehouse, across the street from a catholic church, and then i wiped off my revolver, and i buttoned up my burgundy shirt, i shot the morning in the back, with my red wings on, i told the sun he'd better go back down, and if i can find a book of matches, i'm goin' to burn this hotel down.
you got to tell me brave captain, why are the wicked so strong, how do the angels get to sleep, when the devil leaves the porchlight on.
well i dropped thirty grand on the nugget slots, i had to sell my ass on fremont street, and the drummer said there's sanctuary, over at the bagdad room, and now it's one for the money, two for the show, three to get ready, and go man go, i said tell me mr. siegel, how do i get out of here.
well willard's knocked out on a bottle of heat, drivin' dangerous curves across the dirty sheets, he said man you ought to see her, when her parents are gone, man you ought to hear her when the siren's on.
you got to tell me brave captain, why are the wicked so strong, how do the angels get to sleep, when the devil leaves the porchlight on.
don't you know that ain't no broken bottle, that i picked up in my headlights, on the other side of the nevada line, where they live hard die young, and have a good lookin' corpse every time, well the pit-boss said i should keep movin', this is where you go when you die, and so i shot a black beauty, and i kissed her right between the eyes.
well willard's knocked out on a bottle of heat, drivin' dangerous curves across the dirty sheets, he said when the bitch is wound up, and her parents are gone, man you ought to hear her with the siren on.
you got to tell me brave captain, why are the wicked so strong, how do the angels get to sleep, when the devil leaves the porchlight on.
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Number One Stunna by Big Tymers
Nigga can't out-stunt me when I come in these fuckin' cars, nigga Believe dat!
You know me, I don't need no introduction and shit Ride Bentley's 'round the city on buttons, ya bitch Arm hangin', wrist blangin', just stunnin' and shit Drop the top, block is hot Stay bumpin', ya bitch B. Atrice get it right, don't tangle and twist it Hit the club every night, drunk, drinkin' that Crissy Niggas mad, don't like it 'cause I'm bangin' they bitches When the light hit the ice, it twinkle and glisten Baby, Brian, B, Bubble, you can call me what you feel Hoppin' out the platinum Hummer with the platinum grill With the platinum pieces, and the platinum chains With the platinum watches, and the platinum rings (platinum rings!) Last shit ain't changed Still doin' my thing Still do it for the block, nuts hang and swang You don't know another nigga that can stunt like me (stunt like me) Big Tymer representin', nigga, the U.P.T.
I'ma a hard stuntin' nigga like Evil Knievel (Jumpin' out Lex's and Hummers, showin' off for my people) I'm the numba one stunna! (Wh-what, wh-what, what?) The numba one stunna! (Wh-what, wh-what, what?)
James Bond, Jackie Chan, and that bitch McGuyver (Private planes, Jaguars, Bentley's, and Prowlers) I'm the numba one stunna! (Wh-what, wh-what, what?) The numba one stunna! (Wh-what, wh-what, what?)
I put dubs on cars, when I ride, I'm fly We thugs, not stars, bitch, ride or die Put bricks on blocks, nigga, cooked and cut Juvy 'bout to hold the rocks, nigga, hook it up Diamonds on my hoes' feet, when they walk, they spark Diamonds in my fuckin' teeth, when I talk, I spark Don't fuck around with beef, when it start, I spark Me and my Hot Boy creeps, when it's dark, we spark Just bought a new car, and I was thinkin' 'bout a million The motherfuckin' driver seat sittin' in the middle Me and my son, Wheezy, got a house by the water I be fuckin' bad bitches (bad bitches, bad bitches) (I be hittin' they daughters) I like my dick sucked fast (I like to play with them rookies) I like to fuck 'em in they ass while he beat up the pussy I'm the number one stunna, you don't want my shit I'ma stunt 'til I die, bitch, the shit don't quit
I'ma a hard stuntin' nigga like Evil Knievel (Jumpin' out Lex's and Hummers, showin' off for my people) I'm the numba one stunna! (Wh-what, wh-what, what?) The numba one stunna! (Wh-what, wh-what, what?)
James Bond, Jackie Chan, and that bitch McGuyver (Private planes, Jaguars, Bentley's, and Prowlers) I'm the numba one stunna! (Wh-what, wh-what, what?) The numba one stunna! (Wh-what, wh-what, what?)
Baby, pop the Cristal, and shine the jewels Get the Cadillac with twenty-inch L's
Boss B, Slow down in the Jag, you lost me
Slow down, Wayne, you know that's all on me
But you know how slow the new Rolls Royce be Come on! You know how slow the new Rolls Royce be
Baby, give me the keys, give me the weed, Give me the G's, give me the Mack-10 Let me see what's happenin' To me, these niggas last in
What's up, Boss B. You ever got beef with a busta, you can call me You know I keep a blucka-blucka Hit 'em all week Give me the keys to the bubble I'm on y'all street Juvenile (Juvenile)
Baby, let me get the keys to the Rover Truck Man, let me get this beef shit over, bro'
But wait, My nigga, Baby, he live on chrome My nigga, Baby, he get his shine on
I'ma a hard stuntin' nigga like Evil Knievel (Jumpin' out Lex's and Hummers, showin' off for my people) I'm the numba one stunna! (Wh-what, wh-what, what?) The numba one stunna! (Wh-what, wh-what, what?)
James Bond, Jackie Chan, and that bitch McGuyver (Private planes, Jaguars, Bentley's, and Prowlers) I'm the numba one stunna! (Wh-what, wh-what, what?) The numba one stunna! (Wh-what, wh-what, what?)
I'ma a hard stuntin' nigga like Evil Knievel (Jumpin' out Lex's and Hummers, showin' off for my people) I'm the numba one stunna! (Wh-what, wh-what, what?) The numba one stunna! (Wh-what, wh-what, what?)
James Bond, Jackie Chan, and that bitch McGuyver (Private planes, Jaguars, Bentley's, and Prowlers) I'm the numba one stunna! (Wh-what, wh-what, what?) The numba one stunna! (Wh-what, wh-what, what?)
Now, it's plain and simple, nigga I ain't met a nigga yet could fuck with these Cash Money Hot Boys with these cars, nigga See that new Monte Carlo, that's hot and on fire that my dog, Fresh, had first We got 'em on dubs That Lexus, the new one that come out in 2001 with the frog eyes I got that bitch on dubs And that Yu- the new Yukon that's bubble-eye I got that bitch on dubs And that Mercedes Wagon, with the kit that's kitted out Look like it got frog eyes That bitch on dubs And I got that Benz that me and my dog bought for our bitches We got this shit here on dubs We all drive Bentley's on dubs I'm tryin' to put platinum eyebrows on these hoes I just bought me a platinum football field, nigga You understand? Don't fuck with me with these cars, nigga (at all, playboy) We the number-one stunnas, nigga (nigga, we don't give a fuck) Got that Viper with them rattlin stripes, with that kit You understand? We ain't playin' TV's in all our shit Believe dat, playboy (Fuck your whole hood up)
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