Текст песни Various Artists - Abie Baby
Various Artists - Abie Baby слова песни
Yes, I`s finished on y`all farm land with yo` boll weevils and all,and pluckin` y`all`s chickens, fryin` mother`s oats in grease. I`sfree now, thanks to yo`, Massa Lincoln, emancipator of the slaves.Yeah, yeah, yeah, emanci-mother-fuckin-pator of the slaves.Four scoreI said four score and seven years agoOh sock it to `em baby, you`re sounding better all the time!Our forefathers, I mean all our forefathersBrought forth upon this here continent a new nationConcieved, conceived like we all wasIn liberty, and dedicated to the one I loveI mean dedicated to the propositionThat all men, honey, I tell you all menAre created equalHappy birthday, Abie baby,Happy birthday to youHappy birthday, Abie baby,Happy birthday to youBang!Bang? Ha ha. Shit, I`m not dying for no white man.(Tell it like it is, baby.)