My name is, Washboard Sam But they call me, Lovin' Joe Listen to what I says If you really wants to know Ooh, baby Meet me down in lover's lane I want
译文: 搓衣板，三. 情人巷蓝调.
Christmas mornin' you woke up To static on the radio Someone must have turned it on Who you didn't know You got up slowly sleepy eyed To tune that station
Crusher Who the jumpin' from lane to lane? Me me, it's me me Who in the cutlass with the? It's me me, it's me me Who the jumpin' from lane to lane?
Lion. Said a lion, poor, neurotic lion. To a miss who'll listen to him rave. ?Oh, the lord made me a lion, but?the lord forgot to make me brave?. Dorothy
, weekend. [Sam:] Friday, Friday Gettin' down on Friday Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend. [Artie:] Partyin', partyin' (Yeah) Partyin', partyin' (Yeah) Fun, fun, fun, fun Lookin' forward to the weekend [Sam
i can't stop] Cause i'm, cause i'm, cause i'm, cause i'm [on the run] {end of chorus} Some people say that I'm living inside the fast lane. Some people
Gangsta Get Real. All You Animated Put Togther Popeye Thugs Need To Hit Cha Spend It Fo Ya Try To Step To Me Cuz Aint Yosamite Sam Nor Elmer Fud Got
you can't intercede I try to switch lanes at this operatin' speed Cats in the game be gamblin' with greed We the house, you the player and we gonna catch these Who's the Sam
your mouth is in A pouch in your pocket, the next time you talk to your dentist! (yeeah!) These lame nigga's say they body's is endless Get in my lane
money Motorcycles, motorhomes, yeah I own it honey Yes! Rap now, change plans Might have seen me on gang land Count numbers, ramen Bowling alleys, Stay in lane
I don't, then imma check, ya chil-lin Somebody take the top of my thinker I'm mergin' in your lane and I ain't usin' a blinker Cause I get the people
wit my click (yo!) [Lil Jon:] I don't like dem boyz [Big Sam:] I don't like them tricks [Lil Jon:] I don't like dem boyz [Big Sam:] I don't like them
bitch, G-Unit, nigga don't trip I come through your hood, stuntin' in my yellow Lam Murcielago, loud gold top down, nigga damn I'm the biggest crook from New York since son of Sam
Killin' pain from the lane, came infrared You've been shot by the 44 Caliber Killa I keep the 44 cocked for fools The Son of Sam the serial killa (Lock
thrill show that is world series sprint cars, well folks they've come from far and wide for this one, three of the best that uncle sam could slam down
you might get hurt Slug burnt through your jacket Through your sweater, through your shirt Get cut from the belly up (What?) I break the chain, fast lane
is blow call it blew,we blow callin cocain, fuck hell nah nigga,iv'e been on that lean lean hard bouncin front to back,watch me change the lane lane
