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Doriella Du Fontaine

アーティスト:Jimi Hendrix  アルバム:Doriella Du Fontaine 

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I was standing on the corner in the middle of the square, Tryin' to make me some arrangements to get some of that dynamite reefer there. Now, I was already high, and dressed very fly, just standin' on the corner watchin' all the fine hoes When up drove my main man big money Vann in his super ninety-eight Olds Now as Van stepped out and he looked about to me He began to speak, Came his real fine freak She wore a black chemise dress considered to be one of the very best. Hair was glassy black Eyes a deep see green-blue, Her skin boss dark hue. Man! She was some kind of fine! Now, as I spoke to Vann, and I shook his hand, and I asked him "Is that your honey?" Without no jive This was the dude's reply, "Like she's anybody's. who wants to make some money." "She's really down And known all around As Doriella Du Fontaine. She plays her stick, mind you, she's slick, She's one of the best in the game. This girl's no jerk I've seen her work, She's nice and she can use her head And she's good with her crack >From a long way's back, And she's done made me a whole lot of bread." Now, Vann was sporting a Panama Straw, had a Corona-producto stuck out the side of his jaw, He wore a beige silk suit That looked real silky, And my man was dressed like to make Rockefeller feel guilty. Now I was pressed, I must confess, Although I couldn't compare with Vann, It's not that his taste is better than mine. Just that he is the big money man. "Hey, fellows," Doriella said, "I'm starving as can be. How about a bite to eat?" So we all agreed on a fabulous feed, down at the Waldorf Now the Waldorf was blowing in bright neon light, Although this was my first flight, We were all clean as the board of health. Three players, that's true, in rainbows of blue, And we painted a picture of wealth Now as we were dining, Vann started unwinding, He began to run his mouth off to me. But as we left, I dug his woman, Doriella Du Fontaine, Was standing pinning on me "Hey fellow," Doriella said, "Since we met I'm glad, So here's the address to my pad." So next Saturday I got real fly. And I went to see Miss Du Fontaine. I stopped off at my main man Jaws, he dealt in snow, And I copped me some cocaine. Now I got to her pad, Jim it was some kind of bad. It was really a bar set. She had a 5-inch carpet, which was limited in a market Somewhere from the far-East Orient. The high file was sailin' And I wasn't failing, But I just couldn't rap to this queen. She dug my feet was cold and took a tigh hold And gave me some pot, Chicago Green. She said "You be my man. And together we'll trick the land, And I'll be your true-blue bitch, Although you'll have to show me to those other squares, I'll take their dough and make you rich."


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