just don't get in the way of my chedda Man, 'cause I'm a drama setter I don't go looking for no trouble But somehow the trouble always finds me Don
gonna call you any(D) more. (D)Oh I gave you love and you broke my heart, And you(G) cheated on me from the start. And(A7) now I ain't gonna love
MY COLD HEART IS MELTED NOW WRITER HANK WILLIAMS My cold, cold heart is melted now I seek for peace but don't know how I go to bed but only weep My cold
tonight Like a piece of driftwood on the sea May you never be alone like me I believed the lies you told to me When you whispered dear,i'll worship thee Now
Key e writers, hank williams and fred rose (e) you're barkin' up the wrong tree now, You're barkin' up the wrong tree (b7) now, You don't (e) ever
. Mike, and I play it cool. They don't sneak by me 'cause I'm no fool. I fly on the field and get on down. Everybody knows I don't mess around. I
yeah, and do what we like From a pink-skinned yankee, to a blue black southerner Ditch digger or a governor Just doowutchyalike Look how ya like Now don
Words: l.dukes, g.williams music: g.williams - 1987 from the album "ba-dop-boom-bang" Walkin' through my neighborhood Her backfield's in motion
Words: G.Williams, L.Dukes, N.Glover Music: L.Smith, G.Vaughn, G.Williams Arranged by: L.Smith, J.Saddler - 1987 From the Album "Ba-Dop-Boom-Bang"
Williams! He hungry like them Africans on the TV asking feed the children Even though he be eating like he Silician! (whooo!) [kids ovation] I sweat brilliance, I shit genius You on
heard of that! (WHOO! C'MON!) [Chorus] [Bridge - Pharrell Williams] Go on and move your cool if you want to (get out your seat girl) Go on and
York men are recovering In stable condition but are being held under police supervision at this time For on the spot coverage Theodore TV, this is Dusty Williams signing off Now
Cause I spazzed out, rolled up in the stashhouse and barked on Justin Had to size him up for bein on point, stuck now he's fucked Told him play the window
if we don't look back again And now it's back in a van with four of my mans Until we catchin' a tan on the Florida sands I feel like tourin' this
now I gets down and wreck shit with the Foreign Objects.. Yeah that's right, the Foreign Objects [BROther ?uestion] Ahhh yeah, now two check, two check Now
buy a (?) for a bitch Now let me see what else, oh yeah these hoes act like we married We ain't engaged, don't be mad if I don't take you backstage Yo
t even go Now how the hell do you explain my claim to fame From doin' fix to bustin' tricks out the fuckin' frame Got these bitches on my jock niggaz on
don't tote the glock Sixteen shots for my niggaz in the pen Until we motherfuckin' meet again Huh, I'm doin rhymes now, fuck the crimes now Come on