al stankus is always on the phone with his bookie al stankus is always on the phone with his bookie al stankus is always on the phone with his bookie
get up in them speakers Youknowwhatimsayin? Representin' the 6-0-2 I go by the name of Bookie So clear the words Fo' Life Ha, ha Check it out Uh [Bookie
(feat. E-40) [Intro: Bookie] You know what? I'm gettin' tired of you bitch niggas Comin' around tryin' ta put my whole court like I left my muthafuckin
(feat. Kurupt, Lil KeKe) [Bookie] Get ta bustin like a well known glock Get ta vibin', now you realizin' West coast get live wit the hip hop And Phoen
(feat. Kool G. Rap) [Bookie] Check it out Uh Now let me tell you a story about a nigga livin' on the edge Kinda like takin' the chances of jumpin'
what you wanna say, it's the blood rush Brawl if you wanna brawl, it's the blood rush Roll if you wanna ball, it's the blood rush [Bookie] Uh, Uh No
Suche gut gebauten achtzehn Bis drei?igjahrigen zum schlachten Der metzgermeister Heute treff' ich einen herren Der hat mich zum fressen gern Weiche
Chorus: We're all living in America, America ist wunderbar. We're all living in America, Amerika, Amerika. Wenn getanzt wird, will ich fuhren,
Ich werde in die Tannen gehen Dahin wo ich sie zuletzt gesehen Doch der Abend wirft ein Tuch aufs Land Und auf die Wege hinterm Waldesrand Und der Wald
Germany, you've got your bach Your Beethoven, your Brahms Here in America you've got your Fred McDowell Your Irving Berlin, your Glenn Miller and your Booker
You are the sunshine of my life That's why I'll always be around You are the apple of my eye Forever you'll stay in my heart I feel like this is the
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Over earth or by ocean One way to be my journey This way could be my Book of Days
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opposing Not to be left in its own blood on the jungle floor Come on (Come on) Take me Come on (Come on) Take me I am an open book, an open book When
I got so much trouble on my mind So I take time Out my day To pray and I say Now I lay me down to sleep Hopin' that I keep My soul Peep I'm gettin
I wish I had a talking book That told me how to act and look A talking book that contained keys To past and present memories A talking book that said
the germs are spreading Use me like Listerine, keeping your breath fresher Feel the stroke of your paintbrush, my blank sheet of paper I'm your book
