find I'll be right there, posted on that 5 9 I got a burner in my lap at all times And a bag of sticky icky green limes I got that paper in them rubber bands
south the better the sex get but thats me sippin on Don P blowin cali's finest, i don't mean palm trees want green? niggas meet me at the bar bitches
let's get dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty I'ma let my pump go early, from Thursday to Thursday Eight o'clock in the morning That's why we go out
I play in a band We're the best in the land We're big in both Chelsey & France. I play one mean guitar & then score at the bar There's a line o'chicks
O Then I dream voices hit my ski-lo T-shirt, head band, tech-marino Old school throw back Memphis sho-bo Lorenzo jersey to hide the 4-O Shawty, Cree-o
city, stacking money to the ceiling Rubber bands, twenty grands in my pants, fuck with me! I am Ace to the double O D, and I got to O.D. with all this
out X-rating We were the first band to vomit in the bar And find the distance to the stage too far Meanwhile it's getting late at ten o'clock Rock is
his He was a clean-cut kid But they made a killer out of him That's what they did He was on the baseball team He was in the marching band When he was
As a child I went wild when a band played How I ran to the man when his hand swayed Clarinets were my pets and a slide trombone I thought was simply divine
Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom We're a death marching band, Peter Pan off the wagon Entertain but never trust anyone
Friday night bout ten o'clock Packed house, line around the block The bands rockin' the dance floors full Their crankin' up the speed on the mechanical
hood Where you can get murdered for free like can goods I got twelve bar rooms under the Lamb' hood I can bring a Kentucky derby to the damn hood Sunshine diamonds, help me tan good And I'll let it blow like a band
So, the boys got together and formed a band Fate played the straight man And since then they've never looked back You, lads, welcome to the Club B I'
brand new issue, shoot chorus: ooooohhhhh, the celemental evelvation the source of soulful exploration yaaaaah today they crown me, the straight p.i.m.p. the p i'll be back and o
olvidarme de Marta Me fui siguii??ndola hasta Ri??o Trabajamos en el mismo hogar Ella vendi??a su silueta Yo tocaba la guitarra en una banda de blues
"OUTA-SITE!" He had an Irish Setter It was a singles bar, a Tuesday night The moon was dim, the band was tight They did the bump together What
he'll give you some drink tickets, word [Verse 2] New York, at the Bowery getting down With Grayskul, P.O.S. and Fillmore Brown My first time touring with a live band
andara meu amor nessa hora? O, o... Me sentar la na beira do mar E afogar a tristeza Eu vou o, o Me sentar numa mesa de um bar Me embriagar, com certeza
