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Hey, Percy Junior, Percy Junior What's that, what's that you playing? Working on something new Sounds like some bullshit I mean, you really think the audience is gonna Well, Rooster said I can play what I want Never mind anything that Rooster tell you You need to play the stuff I like, okay? Ain't nobody like my style, yeah I like my fire, yeah (I like my fire, I like my fire) They blow it out, yeah (They blow it out, they blow it out) And don't nobody wanna feel like that, no Monkeys on my back, pro Now watch them all fall Go on, fall, look out Nobody wanted to dance When I had a lot of time on my hands Now I got a lot of hands on my time And everybody wanna be a friend of mine, woah woah I wouldn't mind a friend The fellas back home all trying to win Moon keep shining on bootleg bottles Cops in the street, keep your feet on the throttle Selling what you got, you can't afford a model Yelling, "Go PJ, go!" Ain't no "I owe" Everything is wild, yeah You can be here now, yeah (So you might just turn around) Be in the ground, yeah (Four, five, six feet underground) And ain't no Bible at this here church, no You won't find God, no Might need Him first, oh Oh God, look out Nobody wanted to leave House so packed that we couldn't even breathe And ain't no better place to fall in love Angel sent from Heaven above Swing down, and come change your life You might make a baby, might meet your wife But one sure thing that you're gonna see Deep down south, there's a little old place Them Idlewild cats, man, they don't play Don't make me send a telegram to Rooster, he'll shoot ya You better come harder than that, Sweetie This ain't no mortuary And you don't wanna take it to the gat so soon Sticky stanky Jimmy Jenkins waiting in your upper room Tell your maker, say your prayers We some players, but you made us mashed potato That potato, blast your 'pator, blast the gator So you might just wanna kick back and drink booze Take that 'til you wanna relax, break loose Come first home, if she choose She gon' walk away from you Straight to the rooster 'cause he's cock-a-doodle-poo What they do, fool? Moonshine brothers, small time crabs Shoot long time fat, juvenile Kinda meant to suit you lads All cats pursuing kinda wild inside the wild Time to break it on, break it on down Now, Percival, take it on out Say woah, mammy Woah, mammy Say woah, pappy Woah, pappy Say woah, mammy Woah, mammy Say woah, pappy Woah Everybody get up, no, no, no, no, get down Everybody get up, no, no, no, no, get down Everybody get up, no, no, no, no, get down Everybody get up, no, no, no, no, get down Everybody get up, no, no, no, no, get down Everybody get up, no, no, no, no, get down Everybody get up, no, no, no, no, get down Everybody get up, no, no, no, no, get down