I'm just a poor boy in love with you and I know that you don't get along with your man Oh when the moon is loaded Oh when my hand is folded on the wheel
I'm just a poor boy in love with you and I know that you don't get along with your man Oh when the moon is loaded Oh when my hand is folded on the
-wa) si-bona kwenze ka kanjani (a-wa a-wa) amanto mbazane ayeza She's a rich girl She don't try to hide it Diamonds on the soles of her shoes He's a poor boy
make a fool of yourself In the aluminum sunset Drinkin' from a drain I'm a hundred miles behind myself Milk and honey Pourin' down like money Make a poor boy
like 'atta' Slipped on a peel of banana, doowutchyalike Yeah, cool, gettin' stupid Once again you got the sound of the Underground Baby Dope is in the house Boy
was his living and I had to take part So I grabbed a bag of goodies and I hopped up on his cart I laced the pockets of the poor and gave the hoodie a
kerosene Weren't you mamma's only boy? Her favorite one it seems She began to cry when you said Good-bye, sank to your dream Poncho was a bandit boy
your eyes And boy, you just slip in there and bring out all that loot But Ritz was taken by surprise, couple of unsuspectin' guys And they left poor
kerosene Weren't you mama's only boy But her favorite one, it seems She began to cry when you said, "Goodbye" Sank into your dreams Pancho was a bandit, boy
weren't your mama's only boy, But her favorite one it seems She began to cry when you said goodbye, And sank into your dreams. Pancho was a bandit boy
Bill Jackson was a poor old dub, Who joined the Darktown Poker Club But cursed the day he told them he would join. His money used to go like it had wings
the purple Maybach means dat I'm getting' more dough Smell the Christian Dior, I used to be poor When you cross Florida lines, boy, I'm your leor Boobi Boys steal, Boobi Boy
straight boy I'm tryin' -Chorus- (Juvenile) I'm tryin' to shake the monkey off of me Lord please let me go where I needs to be Ball 'till I fall it's a poor
He fills the flower vases, trims the candle bases Takes small change from the poor box, Tyler has the key He takes nail and hammer to tack up the banner
weren't your mama's only boy But her favorite one it seems She began to cry when you said goodbye And sank into your dreams Pancho was a bandit boy
a gypsy now I got Her on all fours, 'bout to break Down the headboard crash this broad On through the wall now she howlin' like a dog swept poor We hit
you claiming? What set you claiming? Nigga what set you claiming? What set you claiming? Boy, what set you claiming? Boy, what set you claiming? Boy,
Bridge:] Dro dats all nigga Car dont come out till fall nigga Whip a nigga ass with a tall nigga Nigga we aint stuntin yo balls nigga Fuck you boy you
