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Shake -n- Roll
shake and roll..
i’ll fade your bet..
lay it down
and you may regret,
7 or 11, you missed your step!,
oh no it’s ah fo!..
now it’s back door little joe
or double deuce you gotta roll,
shake and roll
i’ve got your bet,
lay it down
and you can regret,
tossed them out “boxcars met”
double fours is twice your set,
one and three will bring a share
or double deuce He don’t care,
tossed the them out
in the dark of night,
2 Bones spinning
in the bright moonlight,
one on its side
the other lays flat,
deuce in your eye,
“point made” the crapshooter rap,
“no motherfucker
you crapped out”,
an angry foe
begins to shout,
one cocked between
the five and two,
he snatch’s up the paper
“you take me for ah foo”,
a flash of metal
comes flying out,
seen by a cats eye
in the midnight moonlight,
stabbed with a knife
through coat, shirt and chest,
a man lays dying
clawing for a breath,
shake and roll,
i’ll fade your bet,
lay it down
i’ll show no regret..
now one man lies
an inch away,
from a very premature
judgment day,
a 6 inch blade
sticks out of his chest,
next to his heart
it stood at rest,
his days now numbered
fader shows no regret..
of taking a million life
on a 50 cent bet.
i’ll fade your bet..
lay it down
and you may regret,
7 or 11, you missed your step!,
oh no it’s ah fo!..
now it’s back door little joe
or double deuce you gotta roll,
shake and roll
i’ve got your bet,
lay it down
and you can regret,
tossed them out “boxcars met”
double fours is twice your set,
one and three will bring a share
or double deuce He don’t care,
tossed the them out
in the dark of night,
2 Bones spinning
in the bright moonlight,
one on its side
the other lays flat,
deuce in your eye,
“point made” the crapshooter rap,
“no motherfucker
you crapped out”,
an angry foe
begins to shout,
one cocked between
the five and two,
he snatch’s up the paper
“you take me for ah foo”,
a flash of metal
comes flying out,
seen by a cats eye
in the midnight moonlight,
stabbed with a knife
through coat, shirt and chest,
a man lays dying
clawing for a breath,
shake and roll,
i’ll fade your bet,
lay it down
i’ll show no regret..
now one man lies
an inch away,
from a very premature
judgment day,
a 6 inch blade
sticks out of his chest,
next to his heart
it stood at rest,
his days now numbered
fader shows no regret..
of taking a million life
on a 50 cent bet.
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