| I been balling a shiny black steel jack-hammer,
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| Been chippin' up rocks for the great highway,
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| Live five years if I take my time,
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| Ballin' that jack and a drinkin' my wine.
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| I been chippin' these rocks from dawn till doom,
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| While my rider hide my bottle in the other room.
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| Doctor say better stop ballin' that jack,
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| If I live five years gonna bust my back, yes I will.
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| Easy wind cross the bayou today
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| Cause there’s a whole lotta women, mama,
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| Out in red on the streets today.
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| And the rivers keep a talkin',
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| But you never heard a word it said.
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| Gotta find a woman be good to me,
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| Won’t hide my liquor try to serve me tea,
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| Cause I’m a stone jack baller and my heart is true
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| And I’ll give everything that I got to you, yes I will.
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| Easy wind going cross the bayou today
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| There’s a whole lotta women, mama,
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| Out in red on the streets today.
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| And the rivers keep a talkin',
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| But you never heard a word it said. |