Woodchopper’s Ball Ringtones

Here's a lil' somethin' for the players out there hustlin' Getting down for theirs From East Point, College Park, Decatur, Da 'Briar Man, the scene was so thick Lowriders, '77 Sevilles, El Dogs Nothing but them 'Lacs All the players, all the hustlers I'm talking 'bout a black man heaven here, nahmsayin? Yeah Cadillacs are coming from everywhere (yeah) Liquor vibing good 'cause love is in the air To all you players and you pimps, smoke out and have a ball And if your hoe is actin' crazy (put her on the wall) Now, now, now everybody's dancing and just feeling right I see all of you players got yo' sauce laid in mo' ice I hope when all of this is over, as I get old, yeah My kids'll have a story, that still be told (woo), huh, about All the players came from far and wide Wearing afros and braids, kicking them gangsta rides Now I'm here to tell you there's a better day When the player ball is happening, all day ery'day

Up, up, and away Ball point man's come to save the day Up, up, and away Ball point man's come to save the day Up, up, and away Ball point man's come to save the day Up, up, and away Ball point man's come to save the day I've got sass and savvy Pack flash by the paragraph I'm more novel than War and Peace I fight beasts Up to the teeth on the daily My pen is my sword and thank Lord, never fails me I remember back in the days of my youth When I used to run around On the block with a few friends Knickers and kickers And stickers on our big wheels Mind tricks And Kung Fu grips Was the big deal At nighttime we'd fight crime Defending civilians Mounting extra sensory offenses Against the villains By the millions 'Cause we instilled fear Jimmy quit, Joey got married But I'm still here Up, up, and away Ball point man's come to save the day Up, up, and away Ball point man's come to save the day I've got my head in the clouds but I'm grounded The superhero's stuck to the pavement and I'm pounded Astounded by the sound of unfounded speculation By authorities around to confound the population Now look whose well, I propose top break the shell The coffee shop carves lights into the spill These visions of cathedrals from a shopping mall And philosophy from a bathroom wall So what can I expect without hesitation To my devastation My notebook is my battlefield I run tons of slums And I can leap a metaphor in a single bound Up, up, and away Ball point man's come to save the day Up, up, and away Ball point man's come to save the day I'm biding my time I'm biding my time I'm biding my time I'm biding my time I'm biding my time Waiting for a sign To be sent to me To unleash the power of my secret identity But until that day I will stay for the time being Incognito laying low with my rhyme scheme But Shazam I marvel like the captain And my inopportunistic impotence In the face of distraction In action makes me a good guy Like Mathis, so I battle Black Mantis In the bathtub, like Aqua man Minions of evil heed this tirade It's a parade of polemics and I love a parade So I ride into the sunset With the money and the girl But in my spare time I still save the world Up, up, and away Ball point man's come to save the day Up, up, and away Ball point man's come to save the day

Come listen to me for a while Me good friends one and all And I'll sing to you a verse or two About a famous ball Now the ball was given by some friends Who lived down Ashe Street In a certain house in the Liberties Where the ragmen used to meet Well the names were called at seven o'clock And every man was on the spot And to show respect for the management Every ragman brought his mot I must admit that I brought mine At twenty five minutes to eight And the first to stand up was Kieran Grace For to tell me I was late Then up jumps Humpy Soodelum And he says: 'I think somehow' By the ways are all going on tonight Is a looking for a row Now listen here, Grace if you want your face You'd better not shout or bawl There's a lot of hard chews gonna be here tonight To respect the ragman's ball Well for eating we had plenty now As much as we could hold We drank Brady's Loopline porter Until round the floor we rolled In the midst of all the confusion Someone shouted for a song When up jumps oul' John Lavin and sings 'Keep rollin' your barrel along' Then says my one; 'You're quare one now' And Biddy you're hard to beat Oh when up jumps Liza Boland And she told her to hold her prate Then my one made a clout at her She missed her and hit the wall And the two of them went in the ambulance The night of the Ragman's ball Then we all sat down to some ham parings When everything was quiet And for broken noses I must say We had a lovely night Black eyes they were in great demand Not to mention split heads and all So if anyone wants to commit suicide Let them come to the Ragman's ball