Orange Mound

John Lee Hooker

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    Chorus x4
    Orange mound nigga orange mound
    Orange mound nigga then we gonna turn it out

    Mafia is what I claim
    O-D-P is where I dwell
    M-town with a prophet mind
    To make you will live in hell
    Stickin' to my plan
    Deep in evil land
    paper chasin' money freaks
    Make em' chrome
    Move it watch my murder rate (quickly increase x2)
    Teh god god is on my (??)
    Like a (shadow master x2)
    Beat through your windows
    On the news I'm labelled child molester
    But I'm just another orange mound nigga that you love to hate
    Slowly risin' to the top and fuck what a nigga say
    Niggas ain't shit but a nit from a monkey's dick
    Slapin' on bananas with no peel bitch
    Feel this
    Mafia, picture from the mountain of doom
    Causein' much distruction
    Check your heart
    Because it's (full of doom x2)
    Hennesy will thinks??
    For the once you love to (talk shit x2)
    Dislocate your arm and make you do the bank head bounce bitch
    By this N-Y-P
    Never be flippin this record
    Controllin' the end of the mally mally
    When you hear it and feel what you playin'
    You ain't nothin' but costly hoes
    What you nine

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    Chorus x4

    We comin'
    We comin' to invade your motherfuckin' home
    Can't nobody save you bitch because we know you all alone
    Phone lines cut
    You been a real or chump up with this click
    Shouldn't of ran your mouth because your mouth gets you in trouble trick
    Talkin' shit I would not recommend for you to do my nit
    Prophet runnin' over suckas tryin' to get a fuckin' gig
    What I say is real
    You don't have to fear or feel me
    When you cross you take a loss
    That's when you have to deal with me
    Callin' me but did ever before because you know we got to rise t-o-p
    Quick to make my pocket fatter
    And then I got to make a plan to abort my case
    Prophet bitch are down because it's written all over your fuckin' face
    I touch ya 4-4-4
    Never test a lonesome child
    O-N-P what I be throwin' throught the crowd buck wild
    Let me get my porno clothes
    And my point has just bee said
    And I know your ass scared bitch
    Cause piss runnin' down your (leg x3)

    Chorus x4
    Orange mound...till fade

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    Composición: John Lee Hooker

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