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Leandro Barbieri (born November 28, 1932 in Rosario, Santa Fe, Argentina), known as Gato Barbieri (Spanish for "the cat" Barbieri), is an Argentine jazz tenor saxophonist and composer who rose to fame during the free jazz movement in the 1960s and is known for his Latin jazz recordings in the 1970s.
Born to a family of musicians, Barbieri began playing music after hearing Charlie Parker's "Now's the Time". He played the clarinet and later the alto saxophone while performing with the Argentinean pianist Lalo Schifrin in the late 1950s. By the early 1960s, while playing in Rome, he also worked with the trumpeter Don Cherry. By now influenced by John Coltrane's late recordings, as well as those from other free jazz saxophonists such as Albert Ayler and Pharoah Sanders, he began to develop the warm and gritty tone with which he is associated. In the late 1960s, he was fusing music from South America into his playing and contributed to multi-artist projects like Charlie Haden's Liberation Music Orchestra and Carla Bley's Escalator Over The Hill. His score for Bernardo Bertolucci's film Last Tango in Paris earned him a Grammy Award and led to a record deal with Impulse! Records.
Don't you get mad at me, 'cause your broad den chose-a
Glad to see the truck when I pull up
Gon' pop the lock, big botty hoppin' in now
Dark skin, gold teeth, man, you know we in now
I know that's your baby, momma, I know that it hurts some
You know when we get together, I'm gon' let her twurk some
Let her hit the blunt some, no time of the month some
Pull out a condom, then I make a run some
Freaky as she wanna be, I'ma let her gonna be
She can be herself anytime that she get wit' me
Backseat action, riverside relaxin'
Flick in the DVD, that ass I'm waxin'
I'ma keep it real wit' cha, I'ma let her deal wit' cha
I don't fight over hoes I'ma let the steel hit cha
All on the town talkin' bad tryna down me
In your heart really sad, boy, you betta crown me
I, I choose u, baby
Oh, I choose u, girl
You fuckin' wit' my lut' when you lay on yo' child support
She always give me half of that on my car note
Hundred spoke rims sittin' slick on the Escalade
Couldna been the king of heart, mane, baby got me paid
First of the year, tax time, keep me wit' a smile
I'ma get a extra couple G's claimin' yo' child
Yeah, that's why I know, this is the world that we living in
Don't get hot, stay about my game and quit meddling
Pedalin' in these weed sacks, nigga give me feedback
I don't need no stems dog, you can keep the seeds back
Always been a hustla that's were shit is diggin'
Do just like I tell her to and wit' no renigen
Her lips and my brain, we can go a long way
On her arm, my name, got that for her birthday
I say that's the only way I gotta have it
Branded for life all the ass I'ma grab it
I, I choose u, baby
Oh, I choose u, girl