Thou shalt not worship pop idols Or follow lost prophets Thou shalt not take the names of Johnny Cash, Joe Strummer, John Hartmond, Desmond Dekker, Jim Morrisson, Jimmy
think I'm ready, because this world ain't no friend of mine Only thing I qualify for, is murder and Penitentiary time Y'all should of shot me, in the jimmy
Barron Ricks] "Yeah, once again, (that's right) We about to attack this (Harlem Inc, Murder Inc) Yeah (Nicky Bond) Jimmy Cagney type shit, Nicky Santoro
What more can I say? (Let's make a million) M-E-L-Man, niggas call me Most I be rockin on the East and the West Coast Your mail go back like Emmitt Smith
to see two huge 38s pointed right at his face. (Jimmy, you can't say that!) (What? She had huge guns.) Smith and Wesson revolvers. Oh boy, were they
ma vie Je me lance allez tant pis CHOEUR: He Gus tu connais Charlie Mingus SOLISTE: Par coeur, je le connais par coeur CHOEUR: He fils tu joues comme Jimmy Smith
, Joey, King of the streets, child of clay. Joey, Joey, What made them want to come and blow you away? The police department hounded him, they called him Mr. Smith
hustle Show a nigga know yo, we the 1st teen millionaires in Harlem since rich and poor, you don't know, get to know Ain't takin shit to left, Jimmy
whee You Might Think That I'm A Fanatic A Phone Call From Utah And I'm Throwing A Panic So Break It To The Root When We Kick It On Down Jimmy Smith
It was the thirty-first gatherin' of the Thompsons, Jones and Smiths THere were tables full of chicken, taters, collard greens and grits Well it all took
Horace Silver (Bill Evans) to Terry Gibbs on the vibe Gary Burton and album archives like Donald Byrd George Duke and Lee Morgan Shirley Scott Groove Holmes and Jimmy Smith
devant moi le diable en personne... robert johnson willie dixon john lee hooker muddy waters elmore james howlin' wolf screamin'jay hawkins sonny boy williamson bessie smith jimmy