| «What you doin' man?»
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| «I think I’ll go on down the corner»
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| One of the black boys said «I need none of your pity»
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| It’s your mama that don’t like you loose in the city
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| But stick about, take note, take a tip and take no back lip
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| Come closer, let me see you snap your fingertip
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| Because standing on my corner just might suit ya
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| Or maybe, baby, there’s something else that you wanna do, yeah
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| Like rolling dice, nice
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| Like shooting pool, hey that’s cool
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| I’m a little black boy and I don’t know my place
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| I’m a little black boy and I just threw my ace
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| I’m a little black boy, recognize the face
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| One of the black boys said «I'm a-giving a warning»
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| «People been putting me down, I’m so tired I’m yawning»
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| A new suit, pretty boots to boot, I’m feeling slick, yeah
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| I’m gonna go to town, look around, pull a chick, yeah
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| Of course standing on the corner just might suit you
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| Or maybe, baby, there’s something else that you wanna do, yeak
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| Like playing poker, joker
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| Like to back a race, ace
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| I’m a little black boy and I don’t know my proper place
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| I’m a little black boy, get my head in it’s space
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| I’m a little black boy and I just play my bass
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| I’m a little black boy and I just threw my ace
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| I’m a little black boy, recognize the face |