a shot!
So I let the gatt hummm
Had a bad dream
Woke up in a casket
Now I can't even get back at the bastard
Bull-s***!
This pine box »
Lil' Putos
Cypress Hill/Black Sunday
by Cypress Hill
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mind
Somewhere beyond the great divide
The bugle of the bull elk echos through pines
The north wind moans her lonesome lullaby
He hungers for »
Call of the Wild
Thirty Dollar Cowboy
by Chris LeDoux
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the gat hum
Had a bad dream
Woke up in a casket
Now I can't even get back at the bastard
Bull-shit!
This pine box
Ain't strong enough to contain »
Like a Shot
Black Sunday
by Cypress Hill
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the gatt hummm
Lick a shot!
So I let the gatt hummm
Had a bad dream
Woke up in a casket
Now I can't even get back at the bastard
bull »
Lick a Shot
Live at the Fillmore
by Cypress Hill
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Now is the end of the gentile
Pluck aeolian harp my child
Beyond the lust of this moment
Thin as a pine slat
It does no good to call you mine »
Aeolian Harp (Under the World)
Blush Music
by Woven Hand
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the thunder proud and bold
And there are drums...
Long pine and Sequoia Handsome Lake and Sitting bull
There's Magnus Colorado with his sleeves so red and full »
Drums
Ring of Fire/Blood Sweat & Tears/Ballads of American Indians [box]
by Johnny Cash
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to find
They must be combed with lies
What about Canada
What about Canada
It's paradise with pines and ice
Morning comes in freight ships while »
Hindsight
There Is No Enemy
by Built to Spill
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pine trees seem to say "Where's Ben Black Elk Today?"
Didn't he used to sit here with a smile, take his picture with a child
While all the while you »
Where's Ben Black Elk Today?
Journey to the Spirit World
by Buddy Red Bow
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Before you get
Blown away
You know where I come from
The place where your fate is a mic
Or a bull, or a dum dum
A jail cell, a pine box »
Blown Away
Konvicted
by Styles P
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away although the table was barrin' her
Felt real good my dick was sunk so far in her
She said it felt like a bull dowser barrin her
Sqealin about she »
Adults Only
The Art of Storytelling
by Slick Rick
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come from
The place where your fate is a mic or a bull or a dumb dumb
A jail cell a pine box and brothers is dumb young, young boys
Still bustin' guns »
Blown Away
Konvicted [Clean]
by Styles P
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Watch yourself
Before you get
Blown away
You know where I come from
The place where your fate is a mic
Or a bull or a dumb dumb
A jail cell a pine »
Blown Away Feat. Akon
Ghost That Say by the Door
by Styles P
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And be the dopes deaf dumb blind guy you ever hear
I ain't scared of dyin
Death I've been there
The pine box for many years
My return ain't bull ain't »
Fear
Krimson Creek
by Boondox
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Knockin, knockin doors down, showin parts of rhyme
I'ma, I'ma come through and show my wood pine
Knockin, knockin doors down, showin parts of rhyme »
Knockin Doors Down
Da Bottom Vol. 9
by Lil' Keke
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From powder to pine I got money on my mind
Stop wasting all my time and get me over to the spot
Unload all the cargo and meet me at the docks
[5] - »
Valley
The 3rd Wish To Rock The World (Screwed & Chopped)
by South Park Mexican
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you punani, and I wetcha,
Keep the bull, before I pull this here trigga,
Cause you don't wanna tess me, when I'm tipsy off the liquor,
Like a punk »
Sound Bwoy Bureill
Dah Shinin'
by Smif-N-Wessun
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Barry; you don't no cemetery, homes
Just a pine box dropped off in the woods
A man to come home, six-oh-three be like that
Catch a case and come right »
Stomp
Ryde or Die, Vol. 2
by Trick Daddy
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bullets slangin
we love that bangin
so look here mayn Don't come here wit that bullness
cause if you start to actin hard I'm gon have to pull this
a full »
The Pimp & da Gangsta
The Pimp & da Gangsta
by Dirty
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