hood with a passion And I ain't talkin' that action Jackson When I come you better run for ammo Or get played like a fuckin' piano And yo, we got my
hell, and I was screaming. my older sister was laughing her head off, right there. I had scarletina this one time, and was quarantined. I had a tonsillectomy. I even re R
those nurses sure got mad at me for leaving a trail. Someone's always mad hey. Ya know I took lots of things as a kid, ballet and jazz, dance, soccer, piano
to go Round about five Down to the doctors Down to the doctors Come on down to the doctors Make you feel good all night Everybody needs a shot of r'
C-H-R-I-S-T-M-A-S The best time of year, is here my friends can you feel it in the air a time of joy, a time to share C-H-R-I-S-T-M-A-S Gather round
"Get more for your money, when you fuck with Mr. Porter-r-r-r-r..." [Joell Ortiz] As long as I got my pen I don't need a friend We got ears that we each
Saapui hän, sanansaattaja käännytetyn kansan totuuttansa opettamaan meille vääräuskoisille. Uhattuna kirvestänsä
Roy: . . . That's why they have a lot of crabs . . . Louis: . . . Yes, and um . . . Roy: . . . A set of crabs?! Louis: Crabs are really dangerous, and they r-r
[ piano ] I need the prayers of those I love to help me in each crying hour To bare my tempted soul to him that he may keep me by his pow'r I want my
. Wenn er nachts Piano spielt, dann wünsch' ich mir so er wär' hier. Dabei ist er nur eine Wand weit entfernt, Tür an Tür -so weit
my rear view And it probably them Lawerys Thinking I'm slanging that powder But I ain't 'bout to cop no charge That's the Pt Crosier, Double R, no job
Let the rhythm hit 'em I'm the arsenal I got artillery lyrics of ammo Rounds of rhythm Then I'm 'a give 'em piano Bring a bullet proof vest Nothin'
hood gettin' your hair fixed You're just an old perpetratin' dick suckin' bitch And I'm a let you hoes know who you fuckin' with That m-a-s-t-e-r to the
last guitar's been packed away You know that I still want to play So just make sure you got it all set to go Before you come for my piano But the band
grooves I move your butts but a question lingers I look at my hands, I sees ten fingers A finishin' touch, much on the TP Here the Three-R-D and the
-ROW-ITZ spells Horowitz. Yesterday I took my girlfriend Peggy To watch him play a concert at Carnegie. V-L-ADIMI-R, that's Vladimir. And he plays piano good, Like a real piano
in like wolfman jack I'm bringing in the swing like ching a-ling a-ling Guaranteed to rock and make the microphone sing I combine funk with a make-a-monk piano
falling down I'm losin' my baby [ piano ] You told me that your love for me was true Said you would love your whole life through But now you'r asking