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Fiddler's Green

The Irish Rovers

On the Shores of Americay

1971

takin a trip mates
I'll see you someday in Fiddler's Green

Oh in Fiddler's Green is a place I've heard tell
Where sailormen go if they don't go

is get down on the floor
This petrol in your house
Pouring petrol in your mouth
Pissing petrol now ya doused
Kiss metal by ya spouse
Pick ya head up

Short Dog's in the House

Too Short

Short Dog's in the House

1990

peeser, y'all
Rat heads get nothing but cheese, y'all

Or get slapped, put up your dukes
I kick you in your ass with my Nike boots
Some rappers try

the HALL way
Drug trip my mind in All states
Fuck show and tell everybody gone see that we been all good
Got them F&N’s
If they go fucking with my mans huh

don't want hate and that's down to fate
I want to go and get laid
I want to be a very good mate
Please don't throw no shade
Because this is all I have

All this pain i feel inside 
My chest aches as my heart beats and the tears fill my eyes 
Thoughts of my head hitting this pillow just one last time

And resides
It's lucid dreaming but in a state so far suppressed and running from
Or being forced to being driven hiding within your own ancestral

Hoff
Whatever flows your paper boat
We all float down here, baby, just let it go
Just let it flow

Never get much sleep 'cause my head's full

titty bars
Y'all floss, nah, we flaunt like drugs ours
Sky's the limit, so we fly and touch stars
Fuck y'all, no good full of hate niggas
Rush up in your

my head that seemed so perfect at the time
Got fooled again by my November state of mind

[Verse 2]
Saturday night, this party's wack, you could be

Brakes

De La Soul

Stakes Is High

1996

all the bullies bounce 
With the blessings of the great, we took it from state to state 
'Cause we landed on the good foot and got our biggest brake

the gutter is as good a place as any to be
With the bend of your words that make me want to commit
You bring me all of the guns, I bring you all of the grit

The Ballad of Blasphemous Bill

Hank Snow

The Singing Ranger, Vol. 3

1994

the light o' day or under the peak-faced moon;
In cabin or dance-hall, camp or dive, mucklucks or patent shoon;
On velvet tundra or virgin peak, by glacier,

for the sinners
Crimson mist enveloped in a gray pall
Hey y'all, one day all these riddles will unravel
And while your fit to hit the gravel, take

of the threats nowadays are in uniform

So warn your kids and warn them good
Because it's not just your neighbors in your neighborhood
I said warn your kids

locked in my state of flow
That's my status quo

cnd I heard ‘em say
Take your time but don't catch life slippin' through your feet
You won't know what

when that day comes
And your ready to fight
You're gonna find out
It's all in your fucking head
A fear of foundation
Right in our own nation
Dumb

"why fake?"
Never thinkin' bout how to take
Play it hard, yet I really do adulate
Hate leavin' when I know I'm losin' good mates
It's already in

Trash'em Trash'em, and listen up, mate
Or else, you'll Never get your tan Line straight
Low cut socks, wish ya good luck
Looking like a beach bum, looking

queen is
I never walk around with my head down, red handed you dead by the feds now
Drown your sorrows in the deep ocean blue, do you even have a clue?
If

Put It Down

Cypress Hill

Kottonmouth Kings

2005

Put the, put the, put the blunt down put the blunt down
Put the pipe down, put your bong down, put the blunt down
And listen up now

Y'all mother

on a smile
And you can tell from silence it’s been this way for a while

And he left her on her own
To go and hang out with his mates
And you can see that in

of words, all I hear is crickets
I could already see the vision, the possibility of being my misses
Your beauty is good, but I wanna see
If your personality

Simon Says [US Remix]

Pharoahe Monch

Simon Says/Livin' It Up [Clean]

1999

ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you and your mic can ease on down the road
Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to have one
Shootin' in