(Go ahead baby and) Do it I'm `bout to do it for ya This joint has got me open Show me what you got I got a new one for ya I like the way that sounds I like to break it down Ooh that's my favorite song

Let it roll if we got the gas We let it rip when we got the money It gets wild yeah but that's the way we get down Little Jimmy Jackson is jackin' up his Bronco He's gonna lay a little rubber later on at the truck pull All the girls are getting' pretty

That's why New York's my home New York's my home, sweet home But it hasn't got There's a rumor going around That some of you good people Want to leave this town But you better consult me before you go 'Cause I've been in all these places

'Cause you're the only one that's taking me home Can't wait to get in my zone Who said we got to go slow Turn down the lights, and watch my private show You got a ticket for all To get high, we got to get low Because this is your private show We're

Quit my job, ain't got no money Seems I have to leave this town Board the train that's eastward bound Packed my bags, run to the station Tell mama and all the folks back home Sometimes a man just feels He's got to make it alone Tell mama why I'm leaving

'Cause this morning I smoked them stems This morning I smoked them stems Yeah, that's the kinda shape I'm in I'm in a bad, bad way again My dealer, he's been out of town And that's really got me down I hope he ain't up in the pen again My baby, she done

For all this misery Well I ain't got nothing Sure can tell you I'm gonna throw it down and go Staying out here That's the last thing on my mind I need shackles on my feet I need someone to save my soul's defeat I ain't got nothing

That's what it's made for You know I got it Girl I forgot it But we gon' still get down like this So I can do you like this, baby So I can freak you like this, baby Know you gon' felt it like this, baby Go on and hit it Felt it like this

Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own Them that's got shall have Them that's not shall lose So the Bible said and it still is news Yes, the strong gets more While the weak ones fade Empty pockets don't

When it's sunny in Seattle and it's snowing down in New Orleans And them boys from Amarillo stop wearin' those boots and jeans When Memphis ain't got the blues That's when I'll stop lovin' you Baby, I don't mind you askin' If there's gonna come a day