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Jambalaya

Jo Stafford

The Hits of Jo Stafford

1963

big fun on the bayou

Settle down far from town, get me a pirogue
Oh, I'll catch all the fish in the bayou
Swap my mon to buy my John what he need-o

on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
 
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but

back, pussy
I'll never do no song with no rat, pussy
Put a Lego in a stick, it rat-a-tat, pussy
I don't wanna talk, go and catch a hat, pussy
Big

'Sace, 'sace
'Knock one, 'knock one
Mustard on the beat, ho

Shirt, shirt by Versace
Bitch you better fuck sumn
Ho, Hoes wanna knock one
Bitch you

Dear John

Styx

Return to Paradise

1997

Written by Tommy Shaw
Lead vocals by Tommy Shaw

Dear John I knew you
About as well as anyone
We were the wild ones
So sure those days would

your man

Somethin' like Kris Parker
My Uzi weigh a ton
Hundred niggas on the track
Then you know I'll be the one
To tell niggas to suck cock
Run and get

Jambalaya

Jo Stafford

You Belong to Me [Pair]

1989

big fun on the bayou

Settle down far from town, get me a pirogue
Oh, I'll catch all the fish in the bayou
Swap my mon to buy my John what he need-o

catch me, can't catch me
Can't catch me, can't catch me

If I can get home by July
I'll have escaped the tears of the sky
I miss those nights with you by

U Can Be Touched

2Pac

Still I Rise

1999

ain't leaving rich
And leave my kids a grip
I let my blood drip off in this thug shit
You can be touched, I catch you slippin' while I'm on a money

U Can Be Touched

2Pac

Still I Rise [Clean]

1999

ain't leaving rich
And leave my kids a grip
I let my blood drip off in this thug s***
You can be touched, I catch you slippin' while I'm on a money

suppose to do
Time to show you old schools 
That I’m a real man 
Exam my empire and try to
Catch me if you can 
Never stand still in one spot
To get got by

Something nice to wear and a place to sleep
My name is Ice, I'm the nicest guy you're ever gonna meet
Tell me what you want, I'll make your life complete
She

No Love From Oakland

Too Short

Shorty the Pimp

1992

Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch

Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John

O-o-o oh I’ll catch you yeah yeah
O-o-o oh I’ll catch you yeah
O-o-o oh I’ll catch you yeah yeah
O-o-o oh I’ll catch you yeah
O-o-o oh I’ll catch you

hustle small. 
All y'all relate to it. 
I'm a a culture power, baby, when I run right through it. 
What the biz, money? You know John and what it is.

Symphony 2000

EPMD

Def Jam 200x

silk enough to shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a
If I get caught you can bet I'll blow trial
Be downtown swinging, m.o.p. style
Next

at Allstate Insurance

GQ: So how did you go
From Fatburger to writing
Songs for Brandy and Justin
Bieber and John Legend?
Frank Ocean: We're talking about

bitchy bitchy you love to hate
(to hate) fix yo face fo' I catch a case
Fi-fi-fix yo face fo' I catch
Fix fix fix yo face fo' I catch
Fi-fi-fix fix yo face

(John Morgan: Everytime!) 
Everytime you're walking by 
You give me butterflies
While I'm on this late night drive
Yeah, you're on my mind

I'll go

They scold me, I scoff
Scofield escape, I'm off
Above, bove
You only catch me when I fall
If ever, at all

Cuz, I break the walls
The crash is

babies, I ain't a father
You think you sweet, I'll show you I'm harder
You ask my name, I say it's Carter
I go to school with a stick in my dip
You run up

serving
Poetic Justice without that
Nigga John Singleton
I do my thing while the fans be gelling ayyo
I’m so dope
You better tap your man and tell him
I

ako Scofield
John McClane, po tom skle behám bosý
Odchádzam do noci
A kým ty spíš, strážim ťa ako sentinel
Obrazy života si odkladám do mojich textov,

about
How much we missed that bastard

So I'll drink a glass to you 
Cause you made me a believer
I know when I die that 
No one's gonna care much either