It lay buried here It lay deep inside me It's so deep I don't think That I can speak about it to anyone Could take me all my life But it would only take
You said you never could hurt me If I believed it man, was I ever dumb You sing the words very sweetly But girl you're as cold as the town you're from
This bed is tear stained, yeah And you lit a fire of no return So I warm my bones and watch it burn Burn, delivering my soul And I'm free from your mind
The Battle of New Orleans (arr. J. Driftwood) Johnny Horton Pop Chart # 1 Apr. 27, 1959 Album: 16 Biggest Hits Columbia Legacy Records CK 69971 Transcriber
Ah y'all we gon' get it right herre, this the remix Trackstars, oh, oh, oh Disturbing Tha Peace, So Def, yeah, Chingy, the J.D Let's do it I like the
Yeah, It's me! Feels good, Carolina, what up? (Blazing) Fayettenam, what up? Therapist. Yo, ay, Yo! You niggas gotta be outta your rabbit ass mind,
here and that boy Poyo and these hoes ear and we comin through wit that boy Flig-ati Flea comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e yeah that
it, bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it (Violent J) Violent J, Shaggy 2 Dope serial
Aloha hoes its big joe on the intro My dick in your mouth its that simple Im violent j with a gang of dick For you and them rabbits you hangin with My
it Then I'm satisfied til' you come back to me Holdin stack and jewels V-i-t-a and my nigga J-a RULE baby [Chorus:] [Ashanti:] I'm gonna be here when
Now which one of these old tramps you gonna pick I'm the M-J-G I be rollin in big classics Caddilacs, top drop back, hoe its a habit Ain't no rabbits
I'm a mellow gangster Pass a chick like a baton runner to runner Been through a million thongs from Summer to Summer So you'll never see J stressed
't rocking with the Swizzie and Don Omar Go back to the way you move in your Cavalier Body like J. Lo, face just like Halle Hot as a tamale, or the
typewriter types. He's out of ink, so he pours in some and types, "i, ink." Then ... not sure ... I think the ink floods the screen. J, jump: Typewriter
[Intro: Benzino] Unh, Hangmen 3 2 Times and J.B. Yeah, Benzino, c'mon Let's take it to these motherfucking streets, yo Yo, throw your 3's up [Benzino
ya'll bleed I know what the hell it be Niggas start his nothing of speed I be ten D and two twenty threes try trees Rabbit told me not to be weed
if it's you that's all in it, then I'm satisfied 'til you come back to me, holdin stacks and jewels V-I-T-A and my nigga J-A, Rule baby [Chorus] [Ashanti
if it's you that's all in it Then I'm satisfied til you come back to me Holdin' stacks and jewels V-I-T-A and my nigga J-A Rule Baby [Chorus] [Ashanti
