'd always wanted to do And of course a man with my intelligence it seemed to fit right nice with you Now girl, remember... Before to long you started askin' me
over there In the corner, man Oh, yeah, there's something To shout about Hey, hey, pretty baby Girl, don't you go nowhere (Are you talking to me) I
me in misery Come on baby, see about me Now yeah, all right, all right, aw play it, boy When you see me in misery Come on baby, see about me Now yeah
Ray Charles, I could see it all A lot of undercover agents wanna see me fall See me fell in the hell of shells Expired, no liar, I live the tale I look forward to workin' with
ray charles or stevie, ha! (can you, feel me? ) Can ya feel me, nigga? !? Can ya feel me, nigga? !? (freddie foxxx, bumpy knux) It's bumpy knux, nigga what? Come
crews Me and music go back, I even had Ray Charles singin the blues Uh, had people on parole singin the blues They addicted, they took me in so quickly
Ray Charles or Stevie, ha! (Can you, feel me?) Can ya feel me, nigga?!? Can ya feel me, nigga?!? (Freddie Foxxx, Bumpy Knux) It's Bumpy Knux, nigga what? Come
mice With goretex and spikes giving R & B rap niggaz short life You wanna dance with an underground Puffy Without niggaz around me that might wanna bust me
There's so many gay rappers they probably diss me cause I'm the straight one Plus chicks can't trick the light-skinned nigga with the long hair With
make all the kit kat I gotta lay off the way ya?ll hate me like I?m adolf, But ya?ll cant see me, Ray Charles I steal whores I?ll probably take
the flakes Bag daddy make all the cake I gotta lay off the way ya'll hate me like i'm Adolf But ya'll can't see me... Ray Charles I steal whores, i'll
sucker i don't play cards hip-hop was dead til i went and dug it out the grave yard (yard) you must be ray charles you seen the dood-us eetha those are
could you do me a favour? Could you beat me with a toilet brush? Phyllis: Beat you with a toilet brush? Aynsley: Shhh . . . someone might hear . . . yes, beat me with
'll come and getcha toy friend High than a Martian I'ma round the wheel of fortune You my vanna white and even Ray Charles think you gorgeous The way you put it down you remind me
are well-known, some doin' bids I mighta ended up on the wrong side of the tracks If Pops wouldn't've pulled me back an said yo See I come from Mississippi
on the ten o'clock news Kidnapped hawaii five-o In 48 hours they called reggie hammond ace ventura made me laugh I let him go Charlie's angels came with
here from above And Ray Charles was shot down But he got up to do his best Crowd of people gathered 'round And to the question answered yes You slapped me
feather Come on and let me see you shake your tail feather Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! { repeat chorus } Come on! Come on baba! Come on-on, yeah come on babe Alright