Wo Yeah! (Wo, wo)
Women
think I'm tasty, but they're always tryin' to waste me
And make me burn the candle right
down,
But baby, baby, I don't need no jewels
in my crown.
'Cause
all you women is low down gamblers,
Cheatin' like I don't know how,
But baby, baby, there's fever in the
funk house now.
This low down bitchin' got my poor
feet a itchin',
Don't you know you know the duece
is still wild.
Baby,
I can't stay, you got to roll me
And call me the tumblin' dice.
Always
in a hurry, I never stop to worry,
Don't you see the time flashin' by.
Honey, got no money,
I'm all sixes and sevens and nines.
Say now baby, I'm the rank outsider,
You can be my partner in crime.
But
baby, I can't stay,
You got to roll me and call me the
tumblin',
Roll me and call me the tumblin' dice.
Oh,
my, my, my, I'm the lone crap shooter,
Playin' the field ev'ry night.
But
baby, I can't stay,
You got to roll me and call me the
tumblin' dice, (Call me the tumblin')
Got to roll me (yayes), Got to roll
me, Got to roll me (Oh yeah)
Got to roll me
Got to roll me (yeah)
Got to roll me (Keep on rolling)
Got to roll me (Keep on rolling)
Got to roll me (Keep on rolling)
Got to roll me
My baby, call me the tumblin' dice, yeah
Got to roll me
Baby sweet as sugar (Got to roll me)
Yeah, my, my, my yeah (Got to roll me)
I went down baby, oh
Got to roll me (hit me)
Baby I'm down