Lyrics:
yah a bum
If Jah is standing by my side
Then why should I be afraid
Of the pestilence that crawleth by night
(rpt)
1. Your best you try, to harm I
Uptown got its hustlers
The Bowery got its bums
42nd Street got big Jim Walker
He a pool-shootin' son of a gun
Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can
Uptown got its hustlers
The Bowery got its bums
42nd Street got big Jim Walker
He a pool-shootin' son of a gun
Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can
Uptowns got it hustlers
The bowery's got its bums
42nd street got big jim walker
He's a pool shootin' son of a gun
Yeah he's big and dumb
Middle of the night grey wolf come
Take his wife and family some.
Jiggy jiggy bum bum
Hey piggy run run
Jiggy jiggy bum bum
And a hey piggy run
for the authority
Night by night
A blurry sight
Going left to right
To see the guiding light
How loud can i shout To find my way out?
Was all this
too
Oh yeah
Got to get you by yourself
I-I don't need nobody, else
I'm just waiting for the sign
To say the night is yours and mine
Where I really
They call me the yodeling ranger
My badge is solid gold
I rove the land by the Old Rio Grande
And belong to that ranger fold
When we are roving
(One, two one, two, three, four)
You don't tug on Superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off
The old Lone Ranger
it's passed that, we exit
We just stare at memes, laugh, and we hit the next one
And our self esteem is so messed up and threatened
By other people's
Uptown Got Its Hustlers, the Bow'ry Got Its Bums
Forty Second Street Got Big Jim Walker
He's A Pool Shootin' Son Of A Gun
Yeah He's Big & Dumb
we'd seen yet
K.C. exploded, but that was expected
The noise on the screen was caused by K.C
Us and K.C., every night at dinner
And I just laughed
I met you at the right time
With your friends on a Friday
Everybody sipping late night
Now we chilling by the lakeside
Hoping I can get to know you
Whisky wino rum
Wszystkim byś się struł
Nie ma to jak zimna czysta
Prosto do kieliszka
Whisky wino rum
Wybór to jest twój
Dobry balet na parkiecie
bums
[Mr. Hyde]
I'm just a piece of shit bum stinkin wretched and foul
When I stumble by you'll have to hold your breath for a while
I can hear my
bums
[Mr. Hyde]
I'm just a piece of shit bum stinkin wretched and foul
When I stumble by you'll have to hold your breath for a while
I can hear my
I've been thinking about the great migration
Noon and night, they leave the flock
And I imagine their destination
Nettle grass, jagged rock
the night
For the sake of love you gotta fight
You sit around and watch the sky turn black
So no don't take me down
Cos I've been there already
Bum bum
could I forget when I was out there by myself
Listen how a lil nigga came up
Full clip one in the chamber
Now im ridin round town in a ranger
Keep
Uptown's got its hustlers, the Bowry's got its bums
Forty-second street's got Big Jim Walker
He's a pool-shootin' son of a gun.
Well he's big
Uptown got it's hustlers
The bowery got it's bums
42nd street got big Jim walker
He's a pool shootin' son of a gun
Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can
Uptown got it's hustlers
Boweries got it's bums
42nd street got big Jim Walker
He's a pool shootin' son of a gun
Ya, he's big and dumb as a man can
She's the apple of my eye
She's impossible I'm told
I just can't wait for the time to pass me by
So together we can grow old
She's the apple of my
Bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh, hey
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