I'm a vooodoo chile
Lord I'm a voodoo chile
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I'm not sayin'
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The night I was born
Lord
The moon turnet a fire red
I said the night I was born
The moon turnet a fire red
My poor mother cried
She said "the gypsy was right"
And I she fell right dead
Tight on the floor there
Hey
And I said fly on
Fly on beause I'm a
voodoo chile baby
voodoo chile
my niggas
just bust yo' tech for me
Everybody from every hood
bang yo' head
'til you break yo' motherfuckin
neck for me!
Just let me give
you real street shit
to rap in yo' shit with
We clap yo' seat
we whyle this heat
Keep bouncin up
and down these streets
So nod yo' head and
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Bang yo' head until you start to
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck!