Willie, Willie, Willie Brown
Once upon a time there lived a Willie Brown
Playin' a drum kit, yeah, he was down
Now he's in the back of another man's sound
Waitin' for his break so he can throw down
Playin' a gig for a local big band
The leader's gettin' paid and he's in demand
Willie's layin' low while he's kickin' up the flow
And bangin' on a drum until it's time to go
Big Beat Willie, that's what they call the man
His tempo is a stick, clicks and give the man a hand
Big boss arm workin' inside a club
Said, here's your big break, a penthouse and some grub
Willie's gettin' busy, it's his favorite thing
Full speed ahead when it hits the swing
He gets pissed at the people who throw discs
And Willie's gettin' hard to go somethin' like this
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At the height of his career, with his groove about to chart
Letter from the Prez, you're drafted, time to start
He really couldn't hang, but he knew he had to go
So he flew to Vietnam to join the freak show
Once in Vietnam, he started gettin' high
Saw a brother get shot right before his very eyes
Willie thought of drums, will I ever get home?
Yo, Willie, it's for you
You heppin' us on the phone
Gettin' back to Cali at first was pretty shitty
Yo, Beverly Hills
My man, go over city
Got another gig with the Concrete Crew
Worldwide live drummer for the Ross Escape 2
Pickin' up his charts, startin' to catch the groove
Hooked up with Ms. January, oh that's the move
Coolin' in Cali and buggin' with the bunnies
Willie's hittin' hard and he's makin' lots of money
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Good God, Good God, Good God
Livin' large as possible in Beverly Hills
Ms. January got hooked up, hopped and pilled
So Willie let it go about his skis and ways
His good attitude, it did not fade
He found another, a sister of a brother
She made a good wife as well as a lover
They went to Las Vegas to tie the knot
Nine months later, little Willie did drop
Chris and Willie Brown, Junior after dear old daddy
Little Willie loved the six ducks on his caddy
As he picked up the sticks and started to roll
Just like Big Daddy when he hit the stroll
He's got his own band, now Junior's in demand
Good thing his folks did understand
Now pops can rest, he was the best
It's time for little Willie to pass the test
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