Like A 24
Make dat ass roll like a 24 (24)
Lemme see you make dat ass roll like a 24 (24)
Shawty make dat ass roll like some 24s (24)
Lemme see you make dat ass roll like a 24 (24)
I can make my ass roll like a 24 (24) [repeat]
I can make my ass roll like some 24s (24s)
I can make my ass roll like a 24 (24)
Now drop it (now drop it) to tha floor
Spin it like some stop n go
Drop it (drop it) to tha floor
Spin it like some stop n go
Roll like a 24
Lemme see you make dat ass roll like a 24
Now I could tell from back in tha days when we was shawtys in tha hood
Dat you was gone grow up to be thick as hell and lookin good
Now you 21 and them thighs aint no crunk
Lookin fine as hell like a penny junk up in the trunk
Make a nigga get (get) what you want
Put dat ass on dubs
Feel it when you get tha party crunk
Feel it when you twirk it in tha club
Feel it when you get down on tha floor
Love when you get down on tha low
Feel I wanna jack dat ass wanna bump and get that ho get tha hoe
Baby I jus got some 24s and I love to watch em spin (spin)
So let me see you make dat ass roll like my rims
Spinnin like omega jones
Pop dat booty fo my squad
Work dat booty tho it hard roll it like a ?
[Chorus]
You already know hoes down pimps up
When pimpin step up in tha house put ya bitch up
I got a remi bottle instead of a pimp cup
It shine like a summer day when my wrist up
She wanna wave now cuz my nigga Twista
Dissed her then bounced wit her sista
I tell her keep her head down and her hips up
You can keep dat pussy imma tear dem pretty lips up
Let dat ass roll like 24s on a big truck
And ya g-string let it bounce when da beat bang
Make it drop like dem cars in a
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Related quotes
Like A 24
Make dat ass roll like a 24 (24)
Lemme see you make dat ass roll like a 24 (24)
Shawty make dat ass roll like some 24s (24)
Lemme see you make dat ass roll like a 24 (24)
I can make my ass roll like a 24 (24) [repeat]
I can make my ass roll like some 24s (24s)
I can make my ass roll like a 24 (24)
Now drop it (now drop it) to tha floor
Spin it like some stop n go
Drop it (drop it) to tha floor
Spin it like some stop n go
Roll like a 24
Lemme see you make dat ass roll like a 24
Now I could tell from back in tha days when we was shawtys in tha hood
Dat you was gone grow up to be thick as hell and lookin good
Now you 21 and them thighs aint no crunk
Lookin fine as hell like a penny junk up in the trunk
Make a nigga get (get) what you want
Put dat ass on dubs
Feel it when you get tha party crunk
Feel it when you twirk it in tha club
Feel it when you get down on tha floor
Love when you get down on tha low
Feel I wanna jack dat ass wanna bump and get that ho get tha hoe
Baby I jus got some 24s and I love to watch em spin (spin)
So let me see you make dat ass roll like my rims
Spinnin like omega jones
Pop dat booty fo my squad
Work dat booty tho it hard roll it like a ?
[Chorus]
You already know hoes down pimps up
When pimpin step up in tha house put ya bitch up
I got a remi bottle instead of a pimp cup
It shine like a summer day when my wrist up
She wanna wave now cuz my nigga Twista
Dissed her then bounced wit her sista
I tell her keep her head down and her hips up
You can keep dat pussy imma tear dem pretty lips up
Let dat ass roll like 24s on a big truck
And ya g-string let it bounce when da beat bang
Make it drop like dem cars in a
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Rock Fever
Lookin like little miss lonely
Standin in her ruby red shoes
Tellin me she loves me only
Even if it aint true...
Ooh you...drippin with desire
Skin tight, dynamite
Fever takes me higher
Lemme see ya rock
Lemme see ya roll
Lemme see ya burn
Rock fever...
Lemme see ya rock
Lemme see ya roll
Lemme see ya burn
Rock fever...
Yeah, gonna give it to you tonight (rock fever)
I can feel your blood run hot
Burnin with a fire
Gimme everything you got
Right down to the wire
Ooh - temperature is risin
Aint no use Im breakin loose
I aint gonna fight it
Lemme see ya rock
Lemme see ya roll
Lemme see ya burn
Rock fever...
Lemme see ya rock
Lemme see ya roll
Lemme see ya burn
Rock fever...
Yeah, gonna give it to you tonight (rock fever)
Come on, let me give you a shot...
44 calibre rock and roll
Fever deep inside her
Hits me straight between the eyes
When she opens fire...
Ooh...you
Dripping with desire
Skin tight, youre dynamite
I cant get much higher
Lemme see ya rock
Lemme see ya roll
Lemme see ya burn
Rock fever...
Lemme see ya rock
Lemme see ya roll
Lemme see ya burn
Rock fever...
Yeah, gonna give it to you tonight (rock fever)
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M'Sieu Smit
THE ADVENTURES OF AN ENGLISHMAN IN THE CANADIAN WOODS.
Wan morning de walkim boss say 'Damase,
I t'ink you're good man on canoe d'ecorce,
So I'll ax you go wit' your frien' Philéas
An' meet M'sieu' Smit' on Chenail W'ite Horse.
'He'll have I am sure de grosse baggage--
Mebbe some valise--mebbe six or t'ree--
But if she's too moche for de longue portage
'Poleon he will tak' 'em wit' mail buggee.'
W'en we reach Chenail, plaintee peep be dere,
An' wan frien' of me, call Placide Chretien,
'Splain all dat w'en he say man from Angleterre
Was spik heem de crowd on de 'Parisien.'
Fonny way dat Englishman he'll be dress,
Leetle pant my dear frien' jus' come on knee,
Wit' coat dat's no coat at all--only ves'
An' hat--de more stranger I never see!
Wall! dere he sit on de en' some log
An' swear heem in English purty loud
Den talk Français, w'ile hees chien boule dog
Go smellim an' smellim aroun' de crowd.
I spik im 'Bonjour, M'sieu' Smit', Bonjour,
I hope dat yourse'f and famille she's well?'
M'sieu Smit' he is also say 'Bonjour,'
An' call off hees dog dat's commence for smell.
I tell heem my name dat's Damase Labrie
I am come wit' Philéas for mak' de trip,
An' he say I'm de firs' man he never see
Spik English encore since he lef' de ship.
He is also ax it to me 'Damase,
De peep she don't seem understan' Français,
W'at's matter wit' dat?' An' I say 'Becos
You mak' too much talk on de Parisien.'
De groun she is pile wit' baggage--Sapré!
An' I see purty quick we got plaintee troub--
Two tronk, t'ree valise, four-five fusil,
An' w'at M'sieu Smit' he is call 'bat' tubbe.'
M'sieu Smit' he's tole me w'at for's dat t'ing,
An' it seem Englishman he don't feel correc'
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poem by William Henry Drummond
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The Rivals
Look heah! Is I evah tole you 'bout de curious way I won
Anna Liza? Say, I nevah? Well heah's how de thing wuz done.
Lize, you know, wuz mighty purty —dat's been forty yeahs ago —
'N 'cos to look at her dis minit, you might'n spose dat it wuz so.
She wuz jes de greates' 'traction in de county, 'n bless de lam'!
Eveh darkey wuz a-co'tin, but it lay 'twix me an' Sam.
You know Sam. We both wuz wukin' on de ole John Tompkin's place.
'N evehbody wuz a-watchin' t' see who's gwine to win de race.
Hee! hee! hee! Now you mus' raley 'scuse me fu' dis snickering,
But I jes can't he'p f'om laffin' eveh time I tells dis thing.
Ez I wuz a-sayin', me an' Sam wuked daily side by side,
He a-studyin', me a-studyin', how to win Lize fu' a bride.
Well, de race was kinder equal. Lize wuz sorter on de fence;
Sam he had de mostes dollars, an' I had de mostes sense.
Things dey run along 'bout eben tel der come Big Meetin' day;
Sam den thought, to win Miss Liza, he had foun' de shoest way.
An' you talk about big meetin's! None been like it 'fore nor sence;
Der wuz sich a crowd o' people dat we had to put up tents.
Der wuz preachers f'om de Eas', an' 'der wuz preachers f'om de Wes';
Folks had kilt mos' eveh chicken, an' wuz fattenin' up de res'.
Gals had all got new w'ite dresses, an' bought ribbens fu' der hair,
Fixin' fu' de openin' Sunday, prayin' dat de day'd be fair.
Dat de Reveren' Jasper Jones of Mount Moriah, it wuz 'low'd,
Wuz to preach de openin' sermon; so you know der wuz a crowd.
Fu' dat man wuz sho a preacher; had a voice jes like a bull;
So der ain't no use in sayin' dat de meetin' house wuz full.
Folks wuz der f'om Big Pine Hollow, some come 'way f'om Muddy Creek,
Some come jes to stay fu' Sunday, but de crowd stay'd thoo de week.
Some come ridin' in top-buggies wid de w'eels all painted red,
Pulled by mules dat run like rabbits, each one tryin' to git ahead.
Othah po'rer folks come drivin' mules dat leaned up 'ginst de shaf',
Hitched to broke-down, creaky wagons dat looked like dey'd drap in half.
But de bigges' crowd come walkin', wid der new shoes on der backs;
'Scuse wuz dat dey couldn't weah em 'cause de heels wuz full o' tacks.
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poem by James Weldon Johnson
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Le Vieux Temps
1 Venez ici, mon cher ami, an' sit down by me--so
2 An' I will tole you story of old tam long ago--
3 W'en ev'ryt'ing is happy--w'en all de bird is sing
4 An' me!--I'm young an' strong lak moose an' not afraid no t'ing.
5 I close my eye jus' so, an' see de place w'ere I am born--
6 I close my ear an' lissen to musique of de horn,
7 Dat 's horn ma dear ole moder blow--an only t'ing she play
8 Is 'viens donc vite Napoléon--'peche toi pour votre souper.'--
9 An' w'en he 's hear dat nice musique--ma leetle dog 'Carleau'
10 Is place hees tail upon hees back--an' den he 's let heem go--
11 He 's jomp on fence--he 's swimmin' crik--he 's ronne two forty gait,
12 He say 'dat 's somet'ing good for eat--Carleau mus' not be late.'
13 O dem was pleasure day for sure, dem day of long ago
14 W'en I was play wit' all de boy, an' all de girl also;
15 An' many tam w'en I 'm alone an' t'ink of day gone by
16 An' pull latire an' spark de girl, I cry upon my eye.
17 Ma fader an' ma moder too, got nice, nice familee,
18 Dat 's ten garçon an' t'orteen girl, was mak' it twenty t'ree
19 But fonny t'ing de Gouvernement don't geev de firs' prize den
20 Lak w'at dey say dey geev it now, for only wan douzaine.
21 De English peep dat only got wan familee small size
22 Mus' be feel glad dat tam dere is no honder acre prize
23 For fader of twelve chil'ren--dey know dat mus' be so,
24 De Canayens would boss Kebeck--mebbe Ontario.
25 But dat is not de story dat I was gone tole you
26 About de fun we use to have w'en we leev a chez nous
27 We 're never lonesome on dat house, for many cavalier
28 Come at our place mos' every night--especially Sun-day.
29 But tam I 'member bes' is w'en I 'm twenty wan year--me--
30 An' so for mak' some pleasement--we geev wan large soirée
31 De whole paroisse she be invite--de Curé he 's come too--
32 Wit plaintee peep from 'noder place--dat 's more I can tole you.
33 De night she 's cole an' freeze also, chemin she 's fill wit snow
34 An' on de chimley lak phantome, de win' is mak' it blow--
35 But boy an' girl come all de sam an' pass on grande parloir
36 For warm itself on beeg box stove, was mak' on Trois Rivières--
37 An' w'en Bonhomme Latour commence for tune up hees fidelle
38 It mak' us all feel very glad--l'enfant! he play so well,
39 Musique suppose to be firs' class, I offen hear, for sure
40 But mos' bes' man, beat all de res', is ole Bateese Latour--
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poem by William Henry Drummond
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How Lucy Backslid
De times is mighty stirrin' 'mong de people up ouah way,
Dey 'sputin' an' dey argyin' an' fussin' night an' day;
An' all dis monst'ous trouble dat hit meks me tiahed to tell
Is 'bout dat Lucy Jackson dat was sich a mighty belle.
She was de preachah's favoured, an' he tol' de chu'ch one night
Dat she travelled thoo de cloud o' sin a-bearin' of a light;
But, now, I 'low he t'inkin' dat she mus' 'a' los' huh lamp,
Case Lucy done backslided an' dey trouble in de camp.
Huh daddy wants to beat huh, but huh mammy daihs him to,
Fu' she lookin' at de question f'om a ooman's pint o' view;
An' she say dat now she would n't have it diff'ent ef she could;
Dat huh darter only acted jes' lak any othah would.
Cose you know w'en women argy, dey is mighty easy led
By dey hea'ts an' don't go foolin' 'bout de reasons of de haid.
So huh mammy laid de law down (she ain' reckernizin' wrong),
But you got to mek erlowance fu' de cause dat go along.
Now de cause dat made Miss Lucy fu' to th'ow huh grace away
I 's afeard won't baih no 'spection w'en hit come to jedgement day;
Do' de same t'ing been a-wo'kin' evah sence de worl' began,--
De ooman disobeyin' fu' to 'tice along a man.
Ef you 'tended de revivals which we held de wintah pas',
You kin rickolec' dat convuts was a-comin' thick an' fas';
But dey ain't no use in talkin', dey was all lef' in de lu'ch
W'en ol' Mis' Jackson's dartah foun' huh peace an' tuk de chu'ch.
W'y, she shouted ovah evah inch of Ebenezah's flo';
Up into de preachah's pulpit an' f'om dah down to de do';
Den she hugged an' squeezed huh mammy, an' she hugged an' kissed
huh dad,
An' she struck out at huh sistah, people said, lak she was mad.
I has 'tended some revivals dat was lively in my day,
An' I 's seed folks git 'uligion in mos' evah kin' o' way;
But I tell you, an' you b'lieve me dat I 's speakin' true indeed,
Dat gal tuk huh 'ligion ha'dah dan de ha'dest yit I 's seed.
Well, f'om dat, 't was 'Sistah Jackson, won't you please do dis er dat?'
She mus' allus sta't de singin' w'en dey 'd pass erroun' de hat,
An' hit seemed dey was n't nuffin' in dat chu'ch dat could go by
'Dout sistah Lucy Jackson had a finger in de pie.
But de sayin' mighty trufeful dat hit easiah to sail
W'en de sea is ca'm an' gentle dan to weathah out a gale.
Dat 's whut made dis ooman's trouble; ef de sto'm had kep' away,
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poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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When Albani Sang
Was workin' away on de farm dere, wan
morning not long ago,
Feexin' de fence for winter--'cos dat's
w'ere we got de snow!
W'en Jeremie Plouffe, ma neighbor, come
over an' spik wit' me,
'Antoine, you will come on de city,
for hear Ma-dam All-ba-nee?'
'W'at you mean?' I was sayin' right off, me,
'Some woman was mak' de speech,
Or girl on de Hooraw Circus, doin' high
kick an' screech?'
'Non--non,' he is spikin'--'Excuse me,
dat's be Ma-dam All-ba-nee
Was leevin' down here on de contree, two
mile 'noder side Chambly.
'She's jus' comin' over from Englan', on
steamboat arrive Kebeck,
Singin' on Lunnon an' Paree, an' havin'
beeg tam, I expec',
But no matter de moche she enjoy it, for
travel all roun' de worl',
Somet'ing on de heart bring her back here,
for she was de Chambly girl.
'She never do not'ing but singin' an' makin'
de beeg grande tour
An' travel on summer an' winter, so mus' be
de firs' class for sure!
Ev'ryboddy I'm t'inkin' was know her, an' I
also hear 'noder t'ing,
She's frien' on La Reine Victoria an' show
her de way to sing!'
'Wall,' I say, 'you're sure she is Chambly,
w'at you call Ma-dam All-ba-nee?
Don't know me dat nam' on de Canton--I hope
you're not fool wit' me?'
An' he say, 'Lajeunesse, dey was call her,
before she is come mariée,
But she's takin' de nam' of her husban'--I
s'pose dat's de only way.'
'C'est bon, mon ami,' I was say me, 'If I get
t'roo de fence nex' day
An' she don't want too moche on de monee den
mebbe I see her play.'
So I finish dat job on to-morrow, Jeremie he
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poem by William Henry Drummond
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Maxime Labelle
Victoriaw: she have beeg war, E-gyp's de nam' de place--
An' neeger peep dat's leev 'im dere, got very black de face,
An' so she's write Joseph Mercier, he's stop on Trois Rivieres--
'Please come right off, an' bring wit' you t'ree honder voyageurs.
'I got de plaintee sojer, me, beeg feller six foot tall--
Dat's Englishman, an' Scotch also, don't wear no pant at all;
Of course, de Irishman's de bes', raise all de row he can,
But noboddy can pull batteau lak good Canadian man.
'I geev you steady job for sure, an' w'en you get 'im t'roo
I bring you back on Canadaw, don't cos' de man un sou,
Dat's firs'-class steamboat all de way Kebeck an' Leeverpool,
An' if you don't be satisfy, you mus' be beeg, beeg fool.'
We meet upon Hotel Dufresne, an' talk heem till daylight,
An' Joe he's treat so many tam, we very near get tight,
Den affer w'ile, we mak' our min' dat's not bad chance, an' so
Joseph Mercier he's telegraph, 'Correc', Madame, we go.'
So Joe arrange de whole beez-nesse wit' Queen Victoriaw;
Two dollar day--work all de tam--dat's purty good l'argent!
An' w'en we start on Trois Rivieres, for pass on boar' de ship,
Our frien' dey all say, 'Bon voyage,' an' den Hooraw! E-gyp'!
Dat beeg steamboat was plonge so moche, I'm 'fraid she never stop--
De Capitaine's no use at all, can't kip her on de top--
An' so we all come very sick, jus' lak one leetle pup,
An' ev'ry tam de ship's go down, de inside she's go up.
I'm sorry spoke lak dis, ma frien', if you don't t'ink it's so,
Please ax Joseph Mercier hese'f, or Aleck De Courteau,
Dat stay on bed mos' all de tam, so sick dey nearly die,
But lak' some great, beeg Yankee man, was never tole de lie.
De gang she's travel, travel, t'roo many strange contree,
An' ev'ry place is got new nam', I don't remember, me,
We see some fonny t'ing, for sure, more fonny I can tell,
But w'en we reach de Neel Riviere, dat's feel more naturel.
So many fine, beeg sojer man, I never see before,
All dress heem on grand uniform, is wait upon de shore,
Some black, some green, an' red also, cos' honder dollar sure,
An' holler out, 'She's all right now, here come de voyageurs!'
We see boss Generale also, he's ride on beeg chameau,
Dat's w'at you call Ca-melle, I t'ink, I laugh de way she go!
Jomp up, jomp down, jomp ev'ry place, but still de Generale
Seem satisfy for stay on top, dat fonny an-i-mal.
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poem by William Henry Drummond
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Mon Frere Camille
Mon frere Camille he was first class blood
W'en he come off de State las' fall,
Wearin' hees boot a la mode box toe
An' diamon' pin on hees shirt also
Sam' as dem feller on Chi-caw-go;
But now he 's no blood at all,
Camille, mon frere.
W'at 's makin' dat change on mon frere
Camille?
Wall! lissen for minute or two,
An' I 'll try feex it up on de leetle song
Dat 's geevin' some chance kin' o' help it
along
So wedder I'm right or wedder I'm wrong
You 'll know all about heem w'en I get
t'roo,
Mon frere Camille.
He never sen' leter for t' orteen year
So of course he mus' be all right
Till telegraph 's comin' from Kan-Ka-Kee
'I 'm leffin' dis place on de half pas't'ree
W'at you want to bring is de beg' buggee
An' double team sure for me t' orsday night
Ton frere Camille.'
I wish you be dere w'en Camille arrive
I bet you will say 'W'at 's dat?'
For he 's got leetle cap very lak tuque bleu
Ole habitant 's wearin' in bed, dat's true,
An' w'at do you t'ink he carry too?
Geev it up? Wall! small valise wit' de fine
plug hat.
Mon frere Camille.
'Very strange.' I know you will say right off,
For dere 's not'ing wrong wit' hees clothes,
An' he put on style all de bes' he can
Wit' diamon' shinin' across hees han'
An' de way he's talkin' lak Yankee man
Mus' be purty hard on hees nose,
Mon frere Camille.
But he 's splain all dat about funny cap,
An' tole us de reason w'y,
It seem no feller can travel far,
An' specially too on de Pullman car,
'Less dey wear leetle cap only 'cos dollarre,
Dat 's true if he never die,
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No Hard Feelings
(eric carmen)
We was young
And still believed in a hard days night
But no one seemed to understand
That there was no relief in sight
The company man
Hes got his nose glued to the charts
He says the records doin fine
But now the group is fallin apart
I hope theres no hard feelings
cause there isnt anyone to blame
I hope theres no hard feelings
cause nothin ever stays the same
Well we was locked in image prison
Waitin for that break
We was raped, reshaped and tryin to escape
Caught in a rock and roll time warp
Just tryin to find the way to get out
Four years on
And things were really gettin too intense
Critics ravin bout our album
But were makin fifty cents
And in the end
We was facin the hard, cold truth
So tomorrow come what may
Looks like its ricky and the tooth
I hope theres no hard feelings
cause there isnt anyone to blame
I hope theres no hard feelings
cause nothin ever stays the same
Well we was locked in image prison
Waitin for that break
We was raped, reshaped and tryin to escape
Caught in a rock and roll time warp
Just tryin to find the way to get out
We gave it everything we had to give
But it was gettin so tough
Too much frustration makes it hard to live
I think enough is enough
I said enough is enough
I hope theres no hard feelings
cause there isnt anyone to blame
I hope theres no hard feelings
cause nothin ever stay the same
While we was locked in image prison
Waitin for that break
We was raped, reshaped and tryin to escape
Caught in a rock and roll time warp
Just tryin to fine the way to get out
Lemme out, lemme out
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Pitter Patter
It looks like rain and its been comin on for hours
It looks like rain I hear the rumble of thunder showers
Pretty soon the rain will play its sweet refrain
While we listen from inside
And until it stops, well hear the drips and drops
From beside the fireside
So let it rain (pitter patter, pitter patter of the rain) (goin drip
Drop drip drop)
Yeah and well be happy when it stops (pitter patter, pitter patter of
The rain) (goin drip drop drip drop)
cause when it rains (pitter patter, pitter patter of the rain) (goin
Drip drop drip drop)
The ways of love rise in my heart (pitter patter, pitter patter of the
Rain) (goin drip drop drip drop)
We wont be sad when there is a storm (ooooo)
And we can be glad (ooooo)
cause we can keep warm, yeah, yeah
Listen to the rain
Pitter patter, pitter patter of the rain (goin drip drop drip drop)
Pitter patter, pitter patter, pitter patter (goin drip drop drip drop)
Pitter patter oooo
A rain swept plain
Soon after springtime rains blow over
Will sprout new grain
And miles of fresh green fields of clover
Winter and its cold soon will lose its hold
With the changes spring will bring
Sun comes pourin down warmin up the ground
Bringin new life with the spring
So let it rain (pitter patter, pitter patter of the rain) (goin drip
Drop drip drop)
Yeah and well be happy when it stops (pitter patter, pitter patter of
The rain) (goin drip drop drip drop)
cause when it rains (pitter patter, pitter patter of the rain) (goin
Drip drop drip drop)
The ways of love rise in my heart (pitter patter, pitter patter of the
Rain) (goin drip drop drip drop)
And like the risin tides love is growin stronger (ooooo)
Lets ride out the storm just a little bit longer yeah (ooooo)
Listen to the rain
Pitter patter, pitter patter of the rain (goin drip drop drip drop)
Pitter patter, pitter patter, pitter patter (goin drip drop drip drop)
Pitter patter oooo
Listen to the rain
Pitter patter, pitter patter of the rain (goin drip drop drip drop)
Pitter patter, pitter patter, pitter patter (goin drip drop drip drop)
Pitter patter oooo
Listen to the rain
Pitter patter, pitter patter of the rain (goin drip drop drip drop)
Pitter patter, pitter patter, pitter patter (goin drip drop drip drop)
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song performed by Beach Boys
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The Party
DEY had a gread big pahty down to Tom's de othah night;
Was I dah? You bet! I neveh in my life see sich a sight;
All de folks f'om fou' plantations was invited, an' dey come,
Dey come troopin' thick ez chillun when dey hyeahs a fife an' drum.
Evahbody dressed deir fines'- Heish yo' mouf an' git away,
Ain't seen no sich fancy dressin' sence las' quah'tly meetin' day;
Gals all dressed in silks an' satins, not a wrinkle ner a crease,
Eyes a-battin', teeth a-shinin', haih breashed back ez slick ez grease;
Sku'ts all tucked an' puffed an' ruffled, evah blessed seam an' stitch;
Ef you'd seen 'em wif deir mistus, coul n't swahed to which was which.
Men all dressed up in Prince Alberts, swaller-tails 'u'd tek yo' bref!
I cain't tell you nothin' 'bout it, y' ought to seen it fu' yo'se'f.
Who was dah? Now who you askin'? How you 'spect I gwine to know?
You mus' think I stood an' coutned evahbody at de do.'
Ole man Babah's house-boy Isaac, brung dat gal, Malindy Jane,
Huh a-hangin' to his elbow, him a-struttin' wif a cane;
My, but Hahvey Jones was jealous! seemed to stick him lak a tho'n;
But he laughed with Viney Cahteh, tryin' ha'd to not let on,
But a pusson would 'a' noticed f'om de d'rection of his look,
Dat he was watchin' ev'ry step dat Ike an' Lindy took.
Ike he foun' a cheer an' asked huh: 'Won't you set down?' wif a smile,
An' she answe'd up a-bowin', 'Oh, I reckon 't ain't wuth while.'
Dat was jes' fu' style I reckon, 'cause she sot down jes' de same,
An' she stayed dah 'twell he fetched huh fu' to jine some so't o' game;
Den I hyeahd huh sayin' propah, ez she riz to go away,
'Oh, you raly mus' excuse me, fu' I hardly keers to play.'
But I seen huh in a minute wif de othahs on de flo',
An' dah was n't any one o' dem a-playin' any mo';
Comin' down de flo' a-bowin' an' a-swayin' an' a-swingin',
Puttin' on huh high-toned mannahs all de time dat she was singin';
'Oh, swing Johnny up an' down, swing him all aroun',
Swing Johnny up an' down, swing him all aroun',
Oh, swing Johnny up an' down, swing him all aroun',
Fa' you well, my dahlin'.'
Had to laff at ole man Johnson, he's a caution now, you bet-
Hittiin' clost onto a hunderd, but he's spry an' nimble yet;
He 'lowed how a-so't o-gigglin', 'I ain't ole, I'll let you see,
D'ain't no use in gittin' feeble, now you youngstahs jes' watch me,'
An' he grabbed ole Aunt Marier- weighs th'ee hunderd mo' er less,
An' he spun huh 'roun' de cabin swingin' Johnny lak de res'.
Evahbody laffed an' hollahed: 'Go it! Swing huh, Uncle Jim!'
An' he swung huh too, I reckon, lak a youngstah, who but him.
Dat was bettah'n young Scott Thomas, tryin' to be so awful smaht.
You know when dey gits to singin' an' dey comes to dat ere paht:
'In some lady's new brick house,
In some lady's gyahden.
Ef you don't let me out, I will jump out,
So fa' you well, my dahlin'.'
Den dey's got a circle 'roun' you, an' you's got to break de line;
Well, dat dahky was so anxious, lak to bust hisse'f a-tryin';
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poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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O Lemme Go, My Time Has Come!
O lemme go, my time has come!
I smell death somewhere lurking near;
With weakened frame, I must welcome,
My end of earthly stay, sans fear!
O lemme go, my time has come!
My pain and suff'rings may now cease;
My job on earth is done/ half-done;
So, let me breathe my last in peace!
O lemme go, my time has come!
I tried to do the best I could;
I hear my Saviour's clarion call;
So, let me leave this world for good!
O lemme go, my time has come!
The Lord awaits with open arms;
The narrow road, I always trod;
So, let my body go to worms!
O lemme go, my time has come!
The love of flesh and world can't stop;
I see my earthly journey's end;
So, to my Master's wish, I bend!
O lemme go, my time has come!
Don't grieve or cry for me at all;
God's time for me has ended here;
So, let me dress up in my pall!
O lemme go, my time has come!
My kith and kin, do pray for me;
My soul will soon be freed at last;
So, long I for eternity!
O lemme go, my time has come!
The angels wait to take my soul;
No one can be perfect all life;
So, let me get my rod/reward!
O lemme go, my time has come!
Most of my time, I lived for God,
The Lord well knows all sins of mine;
So, let me not argue, opine!
O lemme go, my time has come!
My Heaven's road has come to end;
I'm gonna be with God above;
So, lemme go, my time is up!
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poem by John Celes
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De Stove Pipe Hole
Dat's very cole an' stormy night on Village St. Mathieu,
W'en ev'ry wan he's go couché, an' dog was quiet, too--
Young Dominique is start heem out see Emmeline Gourdon,
Was leevin' on her fader's place, Maxime de Forgeron.
Poor Dominique he's lak dat girl, an' love her mos' de tam,
An' she was mak' de promise--sure--some day she be his famme,
But she have worse ole fader dat's never on de worl',
Was swear onless he's riche lak diable, no feller's get hees girl.
He's mak' it plaintee fuss about hees daughter Emmeline,
Dat's mebbe nice girl, too, but den, Mon Dieu, she's not de queen!
An' w'en de young man's come aroun' for spark it on de door,
An' hear de ole man swear 'Bapteme!' he's never come no more.
Young Dominique he's sam' de res',--was scare for ole Maxime,
He don't lak risk hese'f too moche for chances seein' heem,
Dat's only stormy night he come, so dark you cannot see,
An dat's de reason w'y also, he's climb de gallerie.
De girl she's waitin' dere for heem--don't care about de rain,
So glad for see young Dominique he's comin' back again,
Dey bote forget de ole Maxime, an' mak de embrasser
An affer dey was finish dat, poor Dominique is say--
'Good-bye, dear Emmeline, good-bye; I'm goin' very soon,
For you I got no better chance, dan feller on de moon--
It's all de fault your fader, too, dat I be go away,
He's got no use for me at all--I see dat ev'ry day.
'He's never meet me on de road but he is say 'Sapré!'
An' if he ketch me on de house I'm scare he's killin' me,
So I mus' lef' ole St. Mathieu, for work on 'noder place,
An' till I mak de beeg for-tune, you never see ma face.'
Den Emmeline say 'Dominique, ma love you'll alway be
An' if you kiss me two, t'ree tam I'll not tole noboddy--
But prenez garde ma fader, please, I know he's gettin ole--
All sam' he offen walk de house upon de stockin' sole.
'Good-bye, good-bye, cher Dominique! I know you will be true,
I don't want no riche feller me, ma heart she go wit' you.'
Dat's very quick he's kiss her den, before de fader come,
But don't get too moche pleasurement--so 'fraid de ole Bonhomme.
Wall! jus' about dey're half way t'roo wit all dat love beez-nesse
Emmeline say, 'Dominique, w'at for you're scare lak all de res?
Don't see mese'f moche danger now de ole man come aroun','
W'en minute affer dat, dere's noise, lak' house she's fallin' down.
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poem by William Henry Drummond
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U-way
[chorus]2x
So how we do it when we do it shawty, u-waayyy
That billy dee got me slizzard like, u-waayyy
We hit the club, make dem folks scream, u-waayyy
It's attic crew, let me hear you holla u-waayyy
[sean paul]
Youngbloodz, back on mo' time
Wanna get yo billy dee, ya know i got mine
Gettin the club crunk, damn near drunk
Roll wit 45, 12 peeves in my trunk
Give ya what ya want shawty, got what ya need
First some billy dee, second drank hennessee
Center of attention, all eyes are on me
Oh, that's sean paul a.k.a. sean grease
Oh, nevermind him 'cause he always on that soft
And roll wit a group of felons that'll rip you off
He slum as hell, seven golds in his mouth
He slizzard as hell, always hollin 'bout the south
And every week at the club he always get kicked out
I really think they hatin, tell me what is this about
But everything good, 'cause we gon' keep it crunk
And colt 45 gon' forever get drunk
[chorus]2x
[j-bo]
Okay, one mo' time, ya'll folk know how we do it
Get in the club, make the crowd go u-way
It aint no thang shawty, get right to it
And see i'm gone on that get right fluid
[sean paul]
I say, ohh lord, liquor and draw
Cadillacs and vogues against whitewalls
Ohh lord, look at these broads
Wanna holla 'cause i ride vogues and whitewalls
[chorus]2x
[j-bo]
From the jump, we gon' keep this thang crunk, yes indeed
Youngbloodz, attic crew, (u-waayyy) is what it be
See we guaranteed to shakem' off and throw 'em off
Now get it, get it shawty, what's up, now get 'em off
As we take you off and break you off one mo' gen
That's how we do it when we do it partna, in the wind
Wit 50 mo' attic fools shawty, steppin in
We to the ground wit this thang partna, 'til the end
Off in the club gettin slizzard shawty is what we do
Just like you cut dat bougie ho, yeah i done cut her too
Forever who from what we do, so we's against da grain
I am i, he is he and together we gon' regain and entertain
So get on up and just bounce
Wit the hump-ta-hump off in the trunk, so just bounce
Now come on and jump on befo' you get left
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U-Way (How We Do It)
[Chorus]2x
So how we do it when we do it shawty, U-WAAYYY
That Billy Dee got me slizzard like, U-WAAYYY
We hit the club, make dem folks scream, U-WAAYYY
It's Attic Crew, let me hear you holla U-WAAYYY
[Sean Paul]
Youngbloodz, back on mo' time
Wanna get yo Billy Dee, ya know I got mine
Gettin the club crunk, damn near drunk
Roll wit 45, 12 Peeves in my trunk
Give ya what ya want shawty, got what ya need
First some Billy Dee, second drank Hennessee
Center of attention, all eyes are on me
Oh, that's Sean Paul a.k.a. Sean Grease
Oh, nevermind him 'cause he always on that soft
And roll wit a group of felons that'll rip you off
He slum as hell, seven golds in his mouth
He slizzard as hell, always hollin 'bout the south
And every week at the club he always get kicked out
I really think they hatin, tell me what is this about
But everything good, 'cause we gon' keep it crunk
And Colt 45 gon' forever get drunk
[Chorus]2x
[J-Bo]
Okay, one mo' time, ya'll folk know how we do it
Get in the club, make the crowd go U-Way
It aint no thang shawty, get right to it
And see I'm gone on that get right fluid
[Sean Paul]
I say, ohh lord, liquor and draw
Cadillacs and Vogues against whitewalls
Ohh lord, look at these broads
Wanna holla 'cause I ride Vogues and whitewalls
[Chorus]2x
[J-Bo]
From the jump, we gon' keep this thang crunk, yes indeed
Youngbloodz, Attic Crew, (U-WAAYYY) is what it be
See we guaranteed to shakem' off and throw 'em off
Now get it, get it shawty, what's up, now get 'em off
As we take you off and break you off one mo' gen
That's how we do it when we do it partna, in the wind
Wit 50 mo' Attic Fools shawty, steppin in
We to the ground wit this thang partna, 'til the end
Off in the club gettin slizzard shawty is what we do
Just like you cut dat bougie ho, yeah I done cut her too
Forever who from what we do, so we's against da grain
I am I, he is he and together we gon' regain and entertain
So get on up and just bounce
Wit the hump-ta-hump off in the trunk, so just bounce
Now come on and jump on befo' you get left
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U-way
[chorus]2x
So how we do it when we do it shawty, u-waayyy
That billy dee got me slizzard like, u-waayyy
We hit the club, make dem folks scream, u-waayyy
It's attic crew, let me hear you holla u-waayyy
[sean paul]
Youngbloodz, back on mo' time
Wanna get yo billy dee, ya know i got mine
Gettin the club crunk, damn near drunk
Roll wit 45, 12 peeves in my trunk
Give ya what ya want shawty, got what ya need
First some billy dee, second drank hennessee
Center of attention, all eyes are on me
Oh, that's sean paul a.k.a. sean grease
Oh, nevermind him 'cause he always on that soft
And roll wit a group of felons that'll rip you off
He slum as hell, seven golds in his mouth
He slizzard as hell, always hollin 'bout the south
And every week at the club he always get kicked out
I really think they hatin, tell me what is this about
But everything good, 'cause we gon' keep it crunk
And colt 45 gon' forever get drunk
[chorus]2x
[j-bo]
Okay, one mo' time, ya'll folk know how we do it
Get in the club, make the crowd go u-way
It aint no thang shawty, get right to it
And see i'm gone on that get right fluid
[sean paul]
I say, ohh lord, liquor and draw
Cadillacs and vogues against whitewalls
Ohh lord, look at these broads
Wanna holla 'cause i ride vogues and whitewalls
[chorus]2x
[j-bo]
From the jump, we gon' keep this thang crunk, yes indeed
Youngbloodz, attic crew, (u-waayyy) is what it be
See we guaranteed to shakem' off and throw 'em off
Now get it, get it shawty, what's up, now get 'em off
As we take you off and break you off one mo' gen
That's how we do it when we do it partna, in the wind
Wit 50 mo' attic fools shawty, steppin in
We to the ground wit this thang partna, 'til the end
Off in the club gettin slizzard shawty is what we do
Just like you cut dat bougie ho, yeah i done cut her too
Forever who from what we do, so we's against da grain
I am i, he is he and together we gon' regain and entertain
So get on up and just bounce
Wit the hump-ta-hump off in the trunk, so just bounce
Now come on and jump on befo' you get left
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U-Way (How We Do It)
[Chorus]2x
So how we do it when we do it shawty, U-WAAYYY
That Billy Dee got me slizzard like, U-WAAYYY
We hit the club, make dem folks scream, U-WAAYYY
It's Attic Crew, let me hear you holla U-WAAYYY
[Sean Paul]
Youngbloodz, back on mo' time
Wanna get yo Billy Dee, ya know I got mine
Gettin the club crunk, damn near drunk
Roll wit 45, 12 Peeves in my trunk
Give ya what ya want shawty, got what ya need
First some Billy Dee, second drank Hennessee
Center of attention, all eyes are on me
Oh, that's Sean Paul a.k.a. Sean Grease
Oh, nevermind him 'cause he always on that soft
And roll wit a group of felons that'll rip you off
He slum as hell, seven golds in his mouth
He slizzard as hell, always hollin 'bout the south
And every week at the club he always get kicked out
I really think they hatin, tell me what is this about
But everything good, 'cause we gon' keep it crunk
And Colt 45 gon' forever get drunk
[Chorus]2x
[J-Bo]
Okay, one mo' time, ya'll folk know how we do it
Get in the club, make the crowd go U-Way
It aint no thang shawty, get right to it
And see I'm gone on that get right fluid
[Sean Paul]
I say, ohh lord, liquor and draw
Cadillacs and Vogues against whitewalls
Ohh lord, look at these broads
Wanna holla 'cause I ride Vogues and whitewalls
[Chorus]2x
[J-Bo]
From the jump, we gon' keep this thang crunk, yes indeed
Youngbloodz, Attic Crew, (U-WAAYYY) is what it be
See we guaranteed to shakem' off and throw 'em off
Now get it, get it shawty, what's up, now get 'em off
As we take you off and break you off one mo' gen
That's how we do it when we do it partna, in the wind
Wit 50 mo' Attic Fools shawty, steppin in
We to the ground wit this thang partna, 'til the end
Off in the club gettin slizzard shawty is what we do
Just like you cut dat bougie ho, yeah I done cut her too
Forever who from what we do, so we's against da grain
I am I, he is he and together we gon' regain and entertain
So get on up and just bounce
Wit the hump-ta-hump off in the trunk, so just bounce
Now come on and jump on befo' you get left
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The Old House And The New
Is it only twelve mont' I play de fool,
You're sure it 's correc' , ma dear?
I 'm glad for hearin' you spik dat way
For I t'ink it was twenty year,
Since leffin' de leetle ole house below,
I mak' wit' ma own two han'
For go on dat fine beeg place, up dere-
Mon Dieu! I'm de crazy man!
You 'member we 're not very riche, cherie,
Dat tam we 're beginnin' life!
Mese'f I'm twenty, an' you eighteen
W'en I 'm bringin' you home ma wife,
Many de worry an' troub' we got
An' some of dem was n't small,
But not very long dey bodder us
For we work an' forget dem all.
An' you was de savin' woman too,
Dere 's nobody beat you dere!
An' I laugh w'en I t'ink of de tam you go
Over on Trois Rivieres
For payin' de bank -you know how moche
We 're owin' for dat new place
W 'at was he sayin' de nice young man
Smilin' upon hees face
W'en he got dat monee was all pure gole
Come down on your familee
For honder year an' mebbe more?
'Ma-dame you 're excusin' me,
But w'ere was you gettin' dis nice gole coin
Of Louis Quatorze, hees tam
Wit' hees face on back of dem ev 'ry wan?
For dey 're purty scase now, Ma-dam?'
An' you say 'Dat 's not'ing at all M'sieu
Ma familee get dem t'ing,
I suppose it's very long tam ago,
W'en Louis Quatorze is King,
An' I'm sorry poor feller he 's comin' dead
An' not leevin here to-day
'Cos man should be good on hees frien', M'sieu'
W'en de monee he mak' dat way.'
Yass, ev 'ry wan know we 're workin' hard
An' savin' too all dem year,
But nobody see us starve ourse'f
Dere 's plaintee to eat, don 't fear-
Bimeby our chil'ren dey 're growin' up
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poem by William Henry Drummond
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How Bateese Came Home
1 W'en I was young boy on de farm, dat 's twenty year ago
2 I have wan frien' he 's leev near me, call Jean Bateese Trudeau
3 An offen w'en we are alone, we lak for spik about
4 De tam w'en we was come beeg man, wit' moustache on our mout'.
5 Bateese is get it on hees head, he 's too moche educate
6 For mak' de habitant farmerre--he better go on State--
7 An' so wan summer evening we 're drivin' home de cow
8 He 's tole me all de whole beez-nesse--jus' lak you hear me now.
9 'W'at 's use mak' foolish on de farm? dere 's no good chances lef'
10 An' all de tam you be poor man--you know dat 's true you'se'f;
11 We never get no fun at all--don't never go on spree
12 Onless we pass on 'noder place, an' mak' it some monee.
13 'I go on Les Etats Unis, I go dere right away
14 An' den mebbe on ten-twelve year, I be riche man some day,
15 An' w'en I mak' de large fortune, I come back I s'pose
16 Wit' Yankee famme from off de State, an' monee on my clothes.
17 'I tole you somet'ing else also--mon cher Napoleon
18 I get de grande majorité, for go on parliament
19 Den buil' fine house on borde l'eau--near w'ere de church is stand
20 More finer dan de Presbytere, w'en I am come riche man!'
21 I say 'For w'at you spik lak dat? you must be gone crazee
22 Dere 's plaintee feller on de State, more smarter dan you be,
23 Beside she 's not so healtee place, an' if you mak' l'argent,
24 You spen' it jus' lak Yankee man, an' not lak habitant.
25 'For me Bateese! I tole you dis: I 'm very satisfy--
26 De bes' man don't leev too long tam, some day Ba Gosh! he die--
27 An' s'pose you got good trotter horse, an' nice famme Canadienne
28 Wit' plaintee on de house for eat--W'at more you want ma frien'?'
29 But Bateese have it all mak' up, I can't stop him at all
30 He 's buy de seconde classe tiquette, for go on Central Fall--
31 An' wit' two-t'ree some more de boy,--w'at t'ink de sam' he do
32 Pass on de train de very nex' wick, was lef' Rivière du Loup.
33 Wall! mebbe fifteen year or more, since Bateese go away
34 I fin' mesef Rivière du Loup, wan cole, cole winter day
35 De quick express she come hooraw! but stop de soon she can
36 An' beeg swell feller jomp off car, dat 's boss by nigger man.
37 He 's dressim on de première classe, an' got new suit of clothes
38 Wit' long moustache dat 's stickim out, de 'noder side hees nose
39 Fine gol' watch chain--nice portmanteau--an' long, long overcoat
40 Wit' beaver hat--dat 's Yankee style--an' red tie on hees t'roat--
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poem by William Henry Drummond
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