Lyrics:
""Maybe you should adopt a pet."" So I go across the street, I'm in this kill shelter there and all these dogs are in there like an old Jimmy Cagney movie.
on your hand
When they let him out in '71 he'd lost a little weight
But he dressed like Jimmy Cagney and I swear he did look great
He tried to find
dressed like Jimmy Cagney and I swear he did look great
He tried to find the way back into the life he left behind
To the boss he said, I have returned
And don't get fancy, Ricky, we ain't Jimmy Cagney
Look at me, let's do the job and let's get home tonight
I got a half tank of gas and if we run all
"Yeah, once again, (that's right)
We about to attack this
(Harlem Inc, Murder Inc) yeah
(Nicky Bond)
Jimmy Cagney type shit, Nicky Santoro
All
right)
We about to attack this
(Harlem Inc, Murder Inc) Yeah
(Nicky Bond)
Jimmy Cagney type shit, Nicky Santoro
All my little short niggaz
Joe Pesci
you
Ever after
You might care to spend an evening with Marilyn Monroe
Share a cell with Jimmy Cagney or Paris with Brando
Drop some bombs
She says I look like a Jimmy Cagney
She makes me feel like cherry wine
I'm gonna take down to the valley
This time around I'm gonna make her mine
another jimmy cagney talk
See how they smile
See how they smile
You can see them
Dead end highways
You can feel their presence
On each and every
Paint my hair as black as cole
Lookin' smart like Jimmy Cagney
Hear the rythm of my soul
(I say) Rock away
Rock away
Rock away the day
Rock away
Rock
hand starts to tremble
As you grab for the knife
It's you and Jimmy Cagney
And the fight for your life
It must be scary monsters
So what do I fear?
If
dodging punches
Like Jimmy Cagney
Maybe I didn't see the film you saw
Maybe I couldn't escape the house
Guess I didn't have those eyes
Couldn't outrun those
television Give me Cagney anyday
Or Jimmy Stewart for President
Or Edward 'G' and all those guys
Who always shoot between the eyes
Between the eyes
at superstition
Media became television Give me Cagney anyday
Or Jimmy Stewart for President
Or Edward 'G' and all those guys
Who always shoot between
Wonderful New York
Wonderful New York
incredible town.
Grivius:
“Well that sounds great”
Kathy: geht in Richtung Jim Cagney, der mit Rosalie und Jimmy
a big-ass revolver
And a MAC, man
What the fuck are you retarded?
You touch Shady, I'll leave you dearly departed
This ain't Batman, Robin, Cagney
Judy Garland
And Bing Crosby among others
(37) Mannie Klein: 1908-1994 American
Jazz trumpeter played
With Paul Whiteman, Jimmy
Dorsey, Tommy Dorsey
no cagney
So driven all the rest can take the back seat
The beats I be cooking just attracts heat
Just some facts g, no false pretense
Cutting deep
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