[Verse 1: New Orleans bounce male MC, chanted fast over the bounce loop] Corner of Fourth and Magnolia, nine years to the day There's a hole in the street like the street ran away Ate a tire off a hearse, ate a mailman's bike Ate the front end off a pickup on a Thursday night We named her Big Mary 'cause she always took her share Mr. Duplessis nailed the hubcaps on his fence up there Two hundred twelve of 'em shinin' in the sun And we called the city Mondays, and they never sent a one Then this mornin', seven sharp, I hear the backup beep City truck on Fourth, and I jumped out of my sleep [Hook: bounce MC calls, the female bounce MC answers every line] Fill her up! Fill her up! Nine long years, and the city brought the truck Fill her up! Fill her up! Whole block in the street, so pass around the cup [Verse 2: bounce MC, then the female bounce MC takes the back half] Orange cones out and the hot mix smokin' Roller goin' back and forth, and the porches open Kids along the curb countin' every single pass Mr. Duplessis in his robe with a coffee in a glass Man in the hard hat stepped back, said "Done" And the whole block hollered like the home team won I'm Miss Tee from the yellow house, I called four hundred times Every Monday mornin', baby, I was on that line Now they finally filled her in, but I ain't through with this Somebody bring the paint, 'cause Mary gettin' one last kiss [Hook] Fill her up! Fill her up! Nine long years, and the city brought the truck Fill her up! Fill her up! Whole block in the street, so pass around the cup [Clap Break: everything drops out but handclaps and the two voices trading calls, then the bounce loop slams back] Where Big Mary at? She gone, she gone Where the hubcaps at? On the fence, hold on Who filled her up? The city truck Took 'em nine years, now pass the cup [Verse 3: bounce MC, faster, the loop back at full force] Then Miss Tee came out the yellow house with a can of gold Drew a ring around the patch, two feet wide and bold Mr. Duplessis took a hubcap down and nailed it to the pole Wrote "Big Mary, nine years, Fourth Street's favorite hole" Now every car on Fourth slows down and creeps around the ring They still brake for Big Mary, she ain't even there, that's the thing Nine years she broke our axles, nine years she bent our rims Now she slowin' down the speeders when the summer evenin' dims Big Mary gone, but Big Mary still the boss of where we are And tonight the only thing that's goin' down is in the jar [Hook] Fill her up! Fill her up! Nine long years, and the city brought the truck Fill her up! Fill her up! Whole block in the street, so pass around the cup [End]
