Lyric Tumbleing Dice

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 ,
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.

Baby, can t stay,
You got to roll me and call me the tumblin dice, (Call me the tumblin )
Got to roll me, Got to roll me, Got to roll me (Oh yeah)
Got to roll me. Got to roll me, Got to roll me ( Keep on rolling, Keep on rolling)