Leon Spinks Songtext
von Richard Pryor

I admire brother Leon Spinks too, a whole bunch, you know
I hope in my heart, really hope in my heart that
The nigga get a chance to put some money away
Before they steal it all
You know what I mean?
′Cause I know they on him like flies on shit, man

Wish somebody could talk to the nigga and say
"Hey brother, put some away for at least twenty years, you know?
Something
But it don't matter about how much you sniff
Put it away, sniff the interest"

Leon though, you gotta admit, brother Leon have bad luck


I mean he got a good heart, man
This motherfucker got a good heart
You know he′s a good human being 'cause he gave Ali
He said, "I may be dumb, but I know right from wrong"
He gave Ali a shot, you know what I'm saying?
And the motherfuckers didn′t even want him to fight Ali
I hate when white people be calling Spinks dumb too, right?
Be like, "Don′t you think he's dumb?"
My mind immediately say
"What is this motherfucker gonna think of me if I agree with him?"

I mean he may not articulate the language, but it ain′t his anyway

Like to see how you do in Zaire, motherfucker

But bad luck be tipping up on Leon the motherfucker
"Hello"
That's what gives him such heart to fight
Leon say, "I ain′t got nothing to lose
I ain't got no money
I ain′t got no teefas
And I definitely ain't got no driver's license"

I worked in St. Louis, man, about four weeks ago
And there was about ten thousand people in the audience
And all them motherfuckers looked like Leon Spinks
Even the white people looked like Leon Spinks in St. Louis

But bad luck be fucking with him


Here′s a nigga get busted for a dollar
And fifty cents worth of cocaine
Do you hear me?
A dollar and fifty cents worth of cocaine
Have you ever seen a dollar and fifty cents worth of cocaine?
A dollar and fifty cents worth of
Cocaine melt before you open the paper

You got to have a ballistics expert on
The spot to examine that kind of shit
And people say, "Well how did he get busted
For a dollar and fifty cents worth of cocaine?"

I have a theory
Would you like to hear it?

If you buy a dollar and fifty cents worth of cocaine
From any cocaine dealer in America
He gonna tell on your ass
Ain′t no dealer in America facing life in
Prison for a dollar and fifty cents alone
He gonna tell on your ass

You can't go to his house at seven in the morning talking about
"Who is it?"
"Uh, Leon"
"What you want, man?"
"Uh, a dollar and fifty cents worth of cocaine"
"Nigga, you got to be crazy"
"Hey, don′t worry about it, bro, I'll pay you tomorrow"

Say, "Baby, you wanna fix up that dollar
And fifty cents worth of cocaine for Leon
And make that phone call we was talking about?
Here you go, champ, try to get to the car with it
Put it in your hat"

Leon be wearing some hats
Leon got some hats for your ass, boy
What it look like?
Freaky deaky