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John jumper, Eleanor Poker with the Mac
Me and C. Goines, bible material
Words collide, we might pop up in your cereal
Rock you twice, rock your wife
her on a black street like Chauncey
I'm a bad boy like Sean C.
Roc-A-Fella like S C.
Keep them Apes with me like Don C
Like Jay, keep Beyonce
I'm
pamper me
I see, this nigga ain't about nothin', cause he keep frontin'
He must be up to somethin', round em up, here I come
Uhhh
I'm in love
"forever
free," like AZ... baskin' in the riches of this hip hop M you S I C.
'Cause when the
east is in the house, "Oh My God!" Is right. I know girls
or some other occult device.
According to Arthur C. Clarke
Any sufficiently advanced technology
Is indistinguishable from magic.
Early
behind.
Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer
Came down upon her head.
Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer
Made sure that she was dead.
P. C.
behind.
Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer
Came down upon her head.
Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer
Made sure that she was dead.
P. C.
P. Spector, B. Mann, C. Well
You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips
And there's no tenderness like before in your finger tips
You're
behind.
Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer
Came down upon her head.
Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer
Made sure that she was dead.
P. C.
Bb C. Dm. C
De novos sonhos e realizações
F. C
Tempo de sara feridas no coração
Train, train
Come and gone
My rum coco
My cold empty
Shake, shake
Sugaree
Shoo, shoo fly
Don't come back again
X X the eyes
C. C. Rider
and prove the game
Ain't bigger than the pieces in it
You see the pieces in it had me stuck travelin' one side of map
Clappin' hands with rap cats who
him deh pon de go
Me love me Norman ''cause him a don gorgon
Me love me Ali C. with his golden voicee
Him nice up every dance nice up every
Written by Warren Zevon and Carl Hiaasen
C. 1995 Zevon Music BMI
I'm a junk bond king
And I'm on the run
Me and a friend of mine
We were headed for
šialení
Sku, sku skurvene pekný let
Ukáž mi, čo vieš
Ukáž mi, čo vieš
Na izbe č. 6
Ukáž mi, čo vieš
Na izbe č. 6
Zabavíš, odbavíš
Potešíš, prefajčíš
No
He Come To See Me, (Coin) Finally A Bitch Pen Is Ten (Peniston) C. C,
Bedroom Star I could Blow Like Ri Ri, (Blowin) Head Between My Thy's Run It
this thick, hopin
It's my n**** Blake C.
'Cause sometimes these cat's like to fool you
Check it, let me school you
Remember when I said those
nicer, prior
I started off the top of the dome, call him Sylar
Now you now son become C. Dalvin
Dollar Dungarees, kicks fly closet like Chun Lee (but dawg)
(C.W. McCall, B. Fries, C. Davis)
From the album Wilderness
[C.W. clears his throat.]
Roy. By C.W. McCall.
[The only musical instrument heard is
Couldn't hear if you don't got a vision
Can't see me, can't see me
Like John C.
See I know you wanna laugh,
But really ask
Are you along your path
Or you're
your bed is?
Playboy y'all got to give me five letters
Like Prada, Jacob, Fendi boots
C. Dior, Chloe, suits
Range Rover, Gucci shoes
First class,
Hotel
El Dorado Slim
Works behind the desk
Either day or night
He can handle any request
J. C.'s screamin'
Bout turnin' water to wine
Got
a good woman, mama
To satisfy my weary soul
Have you ever been down on that Mobil and K. C. line?
Have you ever been down on that Mobil and K. C.
a little stompin'
Now Sally Baker wants to shake her shaker
And Bobby C. says he's gonna take her to
The shakin' street, it's got that beat
Shakin'
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