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Vine Street

Harry Nilsson

The Best of Harry Nilsson [Sony]

2003

(wah-la-la-la)
I need some sympathy (wah-la-la-la)
Anita (wah-la-la-la)
I love ya (wah-la-la-la)
Come and sit by me, oh-oh

That's a tape that we made
But

Haaaaa, Yeeah
Woooh,aye
Geezy
(Fuck your producer my beat is by Meexhie)
Haaaaaaa
Marching with them bands, running up the check
Fuck the fame,I got

I die you niggas gon remember me
Water holy with my drip
Stack my bands up till my hips
I can't die in these streets

Holding your hand
I can tell

people
Not knowing what love means
Sad to see young teens
Living in crime scenes
This world is filled by hate and war, no one
Understands what life is for,

bitch on me (Yeah, Yeah)
Cause I got plenty
I don't mean to be sad don't need no tissue
I don't mean to be so sad but I got issues
I don't need you by my

to do. I love being in a band, there's
nothing like performing and playing live, and meeting people; but
sometimes it all gets a bit too much. There are

One way ticket, window seat
Heartache at 30,000 feet
The future fades into memories.
I'll get by somehow.

Three point landing at L.A.X.
Pockets

The Ballad of Conley and Billy (The Proof's in the Pickin')

Diamond Rio

Diamond Rio

1991

Then he made it talk and in came the band
Soon the room was shaking before Billy's wall of sound
And just a block off Bourbon Street, a new king's been

Uh-uh
I can't fuck with none of these niggas ,they snitches
And I can never give my love to them bitches
All my life, been tryna duck that street

The Bluegrass Widow

Robert Earl Keen, Jr.

The Live Album

1988

that the love they shared was true
Far away the fiddler's bowing, the grass forever blue
It was in the dead of winter when her man first caught

shawty
3bands cop a brick and Ima bust down all this molly
If I  tell sonething don't you go and run and tell nobody
From the streets fr raised up in that

years than I can count still flows inside of me
Brother lost the way
Streets took his name
And you know I love you despite all the wrong

Niggas always

the streets no love
So the streets never love you
Keep one by your side
Boy you know you better tuck it
If a nigga run up
Then you know you better bust it
Most

Yea Rich Mind Sh9tta
2 Glocks Both stuffed with Dick
2 Whips both stuffed with sticks
Im 2 legit for me to even Quit
Touched A Hundred Bands
I ain't

our life, nigga (drop his ass)

I just had a son, I just had a cub (my baby)
What's even better is he by somebody that I love (my baby)
My real

his street
With a love that I can't hide
I've got one thing on my mind, yeah
I'll even sacrifice my pride
'Cause I want you

Ooh, oh, how I wish

the time
Back then we used to think we had all the time
I remember staying out past street lights
Had to be sideline to all the street fights
Not to mention

'cause I got somethin' in my pants
You gotta hold with two hands, you gotta hold with a stance
It kinda sound like a band
But I been thinkin' 'bout this

(Ayy, yo, BandPlay)
Paper Route Frank
(Band, Band)
It's Dolph

These niggas ain't fuckin' with me (uh-uh)
These niggas ain't fuckin' with me

On corner streets
I’m on my job
Like this what my job be
I’m playing it cool
But you do not get me
I’m sloppy tonight
But classy this evening
Chasing this

view
Gun it to Luanda
Thats a double R
Flying through the power band
Just sent a piston to the stars
Seen them killers walking better walk the other way

collecting cans
Say the word speak your mind then it all goes down
Living life by the book then it all goes down
Spread love spread love then it all goes down

think my name Steve Nash
You niggas ain't nothing like me
I'm sick to my stomach when I know I ain't chasing no bands
Aye
Take the lil bitch and I pipe

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