Talkin' To You Mama - Blind Willie McTell

I'm Talkin' To You Sucker nigga you can stunt all you wanna stunt I know you won't bust a gun Yeah bro I'm Talkin' To You Fuck nigga you can hate all you wanna hate I know you a fake, make no mistake bitch I'm Talkin' To You You's so lame you's a shame to the game Yeah & I say it you know what your name is I'm Talkin' To You We can shoot it out whenever you wanna Cause it's whatever you wanna do fuck boy I'm Talkin' To You. Hey I'm the best you ever heard about, fresher than you heard about Yeah I'm strapped now pussy nigga this ain't just word of mouth For niggas wit' dirty mouths, I got alot of clean pistols to wash 'em out I'm really finna give yo' ass some hotter shit to talk about The goons hit the room now you askin' what's this all about Fo' you know it your noggins split your bottom teeth is fallin' out Got a problem wit partner ...I see him in the city & call him out It wasn't for the chopper ain't shit I'm gettin' all of mine Pop 'em drop 'em call the plan a wake he out forever more I give it to you straight nigga I don't need a metaphor How many different ways is it to say I'm gettin' cheddar more A nigga twice as old way mo' popular need to set at all Man I just say it to my pops, maybe he could tell your better boy Patient in the afterlife I'll waste you in the after life Even after my life haters be after my life 'Cause I'm a do in '06 what took 'em half of they life, man I'm Talkin' To You. I'm Talkin' To You Sucker nigga you can stunt all you wanna stunt I know you won't bust a gun Yeah bro I'm Talkin' To You Fuck nigga you can hate all you wanna hate I know you a fake, make no mistake bitch I'm Talkin' To You You's so lame you's a shame to the game Yeah & I say it you know what your name is I'm Talkin' To You We can shoot it out whenever you wanna Cause it's whatever you wanna do fuck boy I'm Talkin' To You. I ain't talkin' to Jeezy cause that's my brother I ain't talkin' to Face cause that's my father I ain't talkin' to Bun cause that's my uncle I ain't talkin' to Kast cause them my partners I ain't talkin' to Jigga cause that's my nigga, the Real President Carter Gave me Diplomatic Immunity you & me why bother Man all I gotta do is go buy a nigga a Charger & He only come in to offer he don't even wanna rob ya You done fucked-up & started shit wit' some real shit starter You don' fought with a chopper, holla what it is partner You better keep it proper, you know what it is partner This some light work ain't even gotta call Godfather Mobsta, had the old phantom now the drop son 3rd the king of cloverland, Slim Thug is the boss son Paul Wall made me the hardest grill I done bought for For a 100K, a 100 carat Paul don't wanna talk bra Nigga wouldn't buck won't dare, you just talk tough Don't try to run from me now what you thought bro I'm Talkin' To You. I'm Talkin' To You Sucker nigga you can stunt all you wanna stunt I know you won't bust a gun Yeah bro I'm Talkin' To You Fuck nigga you can hate all you wanna hate I know you a fake, make no mistake bitch I'm Talkin' To You You's so lame you's a shame to the game Yeah & I say it you know what your name is I'm Talkin' To You We can shoot it out whenever you wanna Cause it's whatever you wanna do fuck boy I'm Talkin' To You. I ain't talkin' to Buck cause he a real nigga I ain't talkin' 2 Pimp cause he a trill nigga I ain't talkin' 2 BG cause he like me, with old cases & will kill niggas I know you wanna be just like me' since you got your new record deal nigga But I don't give a fuck if you like me no second diss you not trill nigga You in your video wearin' white T that don't make you no dope dealer nigga But I ain't talkin' bout no bankhead, Carver homes, no Adamsville nigga You dealin' wit' a lil' gorilla nigga 10 mill later I'm still the nigga Mr. Mike, Yung Bloods, David Banner Bonecrusher they remember when y'all ain't feel a nigga Had it out with Chris he still my nigga Sat down, civilized, talk about it like niggas So I ain't never been served, get your facts right nigga For this 40 cal make your ass act right nigga Comin' against the king, get your stats right nigga Wanna talk about nigga, wanna be a hot nigga Gonna be a shot nigga, yeah I say'd it what nigga buck nigga Like Lil' John I don't give a fuck I give a God damn if I never sell another milla I take my ass right back to sillahillabilla Compound come down everyday sell yay Just like the old days stack another mill up Niggas ain't ready for the dust that we kick up Go talk shit forget they get hit up You better be bout that shit you kick Like DipSet bitch you tryin' to get wit us I don't Politic, don't even speak see I don't kiss up Gotta be styles and chic Jada diss us Diss us... that's gonna piss us... see I love it when the government pick niggas If you don't hang in the air by the name a swizz beats Told Mannie Fresh he the skateboard P Clay J-G & Just Blaze taking basically I'm talkin' to you. I'm Talkin' To You Sucker nigga you can stunt all you wanna stunt I know you won't bust a gun Yeah bro I'm Talkin' To You Fuck nigga you can hate all you wanna hate I know you a fake, make no mistake bitch I'm Talkin' To You You's so lame you's a shame to the game Yeah & I say it you know what your name is I'm Talkin' To You We can shoot it out whenever you wanna Cause it's whatever you wanna do fuck boy I'm Talkin' To You.

Lookin' at the devil Grinnin' at his gun Fingers start shakin' I begin to run (Ooh) bullets start chasin' (I got to friggin'...) I begin to stop We begin to tussle I was on top Thank you, for lettin' me be myself again I wanna thank you, for lettin' me be myself again Stiff all in the collar Fluffy in the face (Chit, chat) chit-chat chatter tryin' Oh, stuffy in the place I wanna thank you for the party I could never stay (I could never stay) Many things are on my mind (many things on my mind) Words in the way Ooh-hoo-hoo, thank you for lettin' me be myself again (oh yeah) Oh-ho, thank you, for lettin' me be myself again (hey! Yeah!) Dance to the music (Oh) all night long (Everyday) everyday people (Gonna try) sing a simple song My ma-mama's so happy Mama start to cry Papa's still singin' You can make it (you can make it) make it (try) Hey, thank you, for lettin' me be myself again I gotta thank you, for lettin' me be myself again (yeah yeah) Flamin' eyes of people fear Burnin' into you Many men are missin' much Hatin' what they do Youth and truth are makin' love Dig it for a starter Dyin' young is hard to take Sellin' out is harder Thank you, for lettin' me be myself again Thank you, for lettin' me be myself again (hey!) Thank you, for lettin' me be myself again (I went back again, again) I wanna thank you, for lettin' me be myself again (roll back, roll back, roll back) Thank you, for lettin' me be myself again (Well...) let 'em fly (yeah) let 'em fly Thank you, for lettin' me be myself again (huh, I got this) Thank you, for lettin' me be myself again (ay, yeah) Thank you, for lettin' me be myself again

Oh I might as well be talking to the wall I've known so long with me you've been unsatisfied So I finally found the strenght to say goodbye Why already I forgot a million memories and leaving You was easy as could be But I might as well be talking to the wall when I tell Myself I'm not missing you at all Cause every time you come around I'll fall and I might As well be talking to the wall [ Steel ] Oh it seems there's not a day that some friend of mine Won't bring back a mem'ry I'll recall Then I smile and say you know it's been a long long time And I hardly remember her at all Oh but I might as well be talking... Yes I might as well be talking to the wall

Delia, Delia, how can it be? You love that old rounder, but you don't love me Well, that's one more rounder gone Delia, Delia sitting all around Some of your old rounders gonna pay my way back home Sitting on the housetop, high as I can see You love that old rounder, but you don't love me Delia's poor mother took a trip out West When she returned, Delia lyin' in rest Delia's mother wept, Delia's father moaned They'd have wanted their poor child to die at home Rubber tired buggy, two-seated hack, Took Delia to the graveyard, never brought her back Kenny lookin' high, Kenny lookin' low, Shot poor Delia with that hated .44 Delia, Delia, wouldn't take no one's advice Last words I heard her say were, "Jesus Christ!" Judge said to Kenny, "Here's a natural fact: You going to wait in jail till Delia come back" Kenny's in the basement, drinking from a silver cup Delia's in the graveyard, never come back up Kenny said to judge, "What's the fuss about? Just that no good woman trying to put me out"

I was travelin' through South Americas Walked up to a lady's house Called her Grandma Didn't know her name, she give me something to eat Walked on down the road I heard a old train, getting off like this I heard a old bell ring, kinda like this I went on down, I heard an old whistle blow, I heard it saying Look a-yonder Look a-yonder At the women At the women I went on then, and begin to sing to the engineer Mr. Engineer, let a man ride the blinds Mr. Engineer, let a poor man ride the blinds Said, "I wouldn't mind it, fella But you know this train ain't mine" I begin to hear that old fella blow it long, sho' Here the way he blowed Then I begin to sing to him one more time You're a cruel fireman, low-down engineer You're a cruel fireman, low-down engineer I'm trying' to hobo my way And you leave me standing' here Then I go along further and begin to sing "Poor Boy" to him Then he begin to smile in my face Get up, fella, ride all 'round the world Get up, fella, ride all 'round the world Poor boy, you ain't got no girl Then I begin to hear him tell me about those cheese and eggs How he wanted 'em fixed Hear him say Scrambled down Scrambled down Scrambled down Then I begin to hear him tell me about those cheese and eggs I hear him say Cheese Eggs Dinner Dinner Then I begin to hear him tell me about Emry I love you Emry, I love you true Love you, Emry, tell the world I do 'Em

Wake up mama, turn your lamp down low Wake up mama, turn your lamp down low Have you got the nerve to drive Papa McTell from your door My mother died and left me reckless My daddy died and left me wild, wild, wild Mother died and left me reckless Daddy died and left me wild, wild, wild No, I'm not good lookin' I'm some sweet woman's Angel child You're a mighty mean woman, to do me this a way You're a mighty mean woman, to do me this a way When I leave this town, pretty mama, I'm going away to stay While I loved a woman, better than even I'd ever seen I once loved a woman, better than even I'd ever seen Treat me like I was a king and she was a doggone queen Sister, tell your brother, brother tell your auntie now Auntie tell your uncle, uncle tell my cousin now, cousin tell my friend Goin' up the country, mama, don't you want to go? May take me a fair brown, may take me one or two more Big Eighty left Savannah, Lord, and did not stop You ought to saw that colored fireman when he got that boiler hot You can reach over in the corner mama and hand me my travelin' shoes You know by that, I've got them Statesboro blues Mama, sister got 'em, auntie got 'em Brother got 'em, friend got 'em, I got 'em Woke up this morning, we had them Statesboro blues I looked over in the corner, grandpa and grandma had 'em too

My love don't change There's going to be some stealing My love don't change There's going to be some stealing done And if I backbite you I don't mean no harm What do you want with a woman When she won't do nothing you say What do you want with a woman When she won't do nothing you say What do you want with a rooster When he won't crow 'fore day If my love don't change There's going to be some riding done If my love don't change There's going to be some riding done And if I take you woman I just be made my run Going in one of these alleys Get me some lonesome booze Going in one of these alleys Get me a quart of this lonesome booze My woman done left me I got these love changing blues