Memphis - 8Ball & MJG

Oh, oh. op-bo, bo, bo-bo-bo! Oh, oh. op-bo, bo, bo-bo-bo! Yes, me friend, me friend, Them set me free again Yes, me friend, me friend, Me deh 'pon street again The bars could not hold me Force could not control me now They try to keep me down, But God put me around Yes, I've been accused, Wrongly abused, now But through the powers of the Most-'Igh, They've got to turn me loose... Mm! (Brrr) Don't try (brrr) To cold me up (brrr) On this (brrr) bridge now I've got to reach Mount Zion The 'ighest region (Brrr) If you bull-bucka, Let me tell you that I'm a duppy conqueror - conqueror Yes, me friend, me good friend, Them set me free again, mm Yes, me friend, Them turn me loose again (Brrr) Don't try (brrr) To cold me up on (brrr) This (brrr) bridge now I've got to reach Mount Zion The 'ighest region (Brrr) If you bull-bucka, Let me tell you I'm a duppy conqueror - hit it! (conqueror) (Yes, me friend,) me friend, me friend, me friend, We deh a street again Yes, me friend, me friend, me friend, Dem set me free again Dem set me free again Don't try to show off Fi make you friend dem laugh, what a la-la! For I will cut you off And I will take the last straw I'm cryin'! Yes, me friend, We deh a street again, yea-eah Yes, me friend, me friend, me friend, (Dem set me free again.) Oo-oo-ooh, yea-eah. Mm-mm Bars could not hold me

Let's forget about our problems And all the stress that is upon us Pack our bags and plan a way out And never look back We can forget about the worries And the troubles in this town Make our move under the moonlight And get out without a sound So let's get out of this city Head out to make a new life One with no more cryin' One where I can call you mine I wanna see you laughin' I wanna see you dance One more time in this life Once more before it ends Somewhere outside of Memphis Stayin' here, you know, we won't make it It'll find a way to keep us seperated So crab my hand and follow me out And we'll never look back, no Let's get out of this city Head out to make a new life One with no more cryin' One where I can call you mine I wanna see you laughin' I wanna see you dance One more time in this life Once more before it ends Somewhere outside of Memphis Outside of Memphis And we can start a family Babies of our own Raise them up right, you know And teach them about the world Most importantly you and I Will teach them how to love So let's get out of this city Head out to make a new life One with no more cryin' One where I can call you mine I wanna see you laughin' I wanna see you dance One more time in this life One more time in this life Let's get out of this city Head out to make a new life One with no more cryin' One where I can call you mine I wanna see you laughin' I wanna see you dance One more time in this life Once more before it ends Somewhere outside of Memphis Outside of Memphis Outside of Memphis Outside of Memphis

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