Raised Right - Demun Jones

There ain't enough raised right men I said, there ain't enough raised right men It takes a raised right man to keep a happy hen I said, there ain't enough raised right men Heavens to murkatroid, miners to coal A good women can make a diamond out of a measly lump of coal And you need the patience of a glacier If you can wait that long Open up his window and admit it when you're wrong There ain't enough raised right men Ain't enough raised right men I said, there ain't enough raised right men It takes raised right men to keep a happy hen I said, there ain't enough raised right men Mackey Debiasi was a complicated man He quarreled with his woman and she quarreled with her man And his head was just too thick So she knocked out a tooth He's that lonely man on the Turnpike in the toll takers booth There ain't enough raised right men Ain't enough raised right men I said, there just ain't enough raised right men It takes raised right men to keep a happy hen I said, ain't enough raised right men Gunplay Maxwell and Flat Nose George Ice Pick Ed Newcomb on a slab in the morgue and Flat Nose looked at Gunplay and they all looked at me With a good woman's love we could have saved all three And there ain't enough raised right And there ain't enough raised right And there ain't enough raised right And there ain't enough raised right men I said, ain't enough raised right men It takes raised right men to keep a happy hen I said, ain't enough raised right men I said, there ain't enough raised right men I said, there ain't enough raised right men Where are the raised right men

Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh At your worst, be on your best Do unto others like the good Lord says Unless you cross me or one of my girlfriends Say what you mean, mean what you say Take your secrets to the grave I grew up that way, and I wouldn't change one damn thing I'm a little bit of whiskey in my sweet tea I'm a little bit of city in my country A little "hell yeah" in my "hallelujah" (hallelujah) I know I ain't always ladylike But I know how to turn up on a Saturday night 'Cause I was baptized in the neon light I got a little bit of wrong in my raised right Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh My daddy taught me how to give More than I take, but don't take no shit I flip that switch, call me crazy if you wanna But y'all never met my mama I'm a little bit of whiskey in my sweet tea I'm a little bit of city in my country A little "hell yeah" in my "hallelujah" (hallelujah) I know I ain't always ladylike But I know how to turn up on a Saturday night 'Cause I was baptized in the neon light I got a little bit of wrong in my raised right (I was raised right, I was raised right) (I was raised right, raised right) (I was raised right, I was raised right) (I was raised right, raised right) I'm a little bit of whiskey in my sweet tea I'm a little bit of city in my country I'm a little bit of whiskey in my sweet tea (in my sweet tea) I'm a little bit of city in my country (in my country) A little "hell yeah" in my "hallelujah" (hallelujah) I know I ain't always ladylike But I know how to turn up on a Saturday night 'Cause I was baptized in the neon light I got a little bit of wrong in my raised right (I got a little bit of wrong) yeah, in my raised right (Little bit of wrong) I got a little bit of wrong in my raised right (Got a little bit of wrong) (I got a little bit of wrong) in my raised right (oh, oh-oh-oh, oh) Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh

When Momma used my full name, I knew she meant business I learned to say, "Yes sir" from the first time that I didn't I've felt that bible belt and I know what soap tastes like I've done my share of wrong, but I was raised up right And I figured out that midnight ain't the same as 12:03 You can't go on a date when your Daddy's got your keys There's cocaine in your sock drawer will keep you home on Friday nights I've learned a lot the hard way, 'cause I was raised up right Raised up right like my Momma's hands in Sunday mornin' church Raised up right like my Daddy's can of beer right after work Like the flag over the court house every mornin' at sunrise I was raised up right That Zebco taught me patience, castin' from the bank And I learned what country music was when Grandpa played me, Hank A handshake don't mean nothin' if you don't look 'em in the eye Hard work will make a boy a man Yeah, I was raised up right Raised up right like my Momma's hands in Sunday mornin' church Raised up right like my Daddy's can of beer right after work Like the flag over the court house every mornin' at sunrise I was raised up right When they pulled me from that water on the day I got baptized I was raised up I was Raised up right like my Momma's hands in Sunday mornin' church Raised up right like my Daddy's can of beer right after work Like the flag over the court house every mornin' at sunrise I was raised up right I was raised up right I was raised, raised up right Raised up right

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby