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tell you how it was

Serve it to you cleaner than a house keeper
Cruisin' by the scene with a street sweeper (woo)
Pour a half a pint of codeine in

I'm grown ass man
And my grown ass gold like a bold brass band
When we movin' slow she take my by the hand
And put a hand on my grown ass ass
And I'm

Swing Street

Barry Manilow

Swing Street

1987

the changes
Just reach out and take my hand and I'll meet you by the band
You and I, we're goin' to Swing Street
Yes you and I, we're going to go to Swing

some ,Spacccce
I need that house over there by the lake
Gotta make my lil boy & momma , Straightttttttt
so ima just do what it take
My sister got 2 so

the suits
With the cash

I tell' em
Pass the ruck, or get stuck by my comrade's badge
Just like my mom and dad had it
And did it

Easin in as slick as I can

little by little 
When she walked in that building it's like my world got little 
I won't continue the story cause ill get choked up little 
But you knew

the forth of July
Watch your man he getting Outta hand tryenna flex with a band
I bet that’s all he has
breaking shit up like glass
Skin so shiny like brass

bands
Falling in deep with the quicksand
Flag out my ass, no quick brand
I was packing on the pounds, got my weight up
Had beef in the streets, had

I'm playing this game and I'm one up
In the studio plotting my come up
I fuck with the bands, I slide with the drummers
I stay with some brass like I

It's the sure shot, make the metaphor drop
Hanging on to something since I grew up on the block
People take you down and break it down to what you

roller. 
Flow got a rebirth, them verses pack up in strollers.

Herb come by the drovers, 
Say don't mistake it for clovers, 
Cause I ain't lucky I just

a turning
Free savage stormi and kurtis 
That boy rochi really 'bout it in the street's I know you heard it
Deep into my thought's while my square burning
I

fuck what you heard
Hit it out her park and feel my eyes Blur while I'm rounding Third
A melting pot into the dirt
Sensational go through rebirth

Leave

Haywire

The Jayhawks

Sound of Lies

1997

of Esplanade

That's my whole life in a nutshell
Take it as you will
I can hear that old brass band
Playing our song down the hill

Won't you smile,

the wizards
See I'm God I can take it and give it, Pause
Don't need BET to see how I'm living
Rock season when I speak it you can see it it's vivid, yeah
I

Huh

We in the streets, hustlin' hard every week
Countin' guap, different spots, go to A to B
If we mail it, we could sell it for a better fee
Real

listen up, I'll spit some fire
Talking 'bout hacking, it's my desire
KiwiBot's in my sight, gonna take it down
With Anonymous by my side, we'll wear

Parker's Band

Steely Dan

Countdown to Ecstasy/Pretzel Logic

1984

believe what the boys are blowing
You got to come on man 
And take a piece of Mister Parker's band

You'll be riding by, bareback on your armadillo

more bars it's only beat after beat
Award shows, celebrations vacation retreats
A rebirth of real niggas ready to take our 
Bests stay in your cars cause

T-t text it, you need grass
I'll eat your Brexit for breakfast
Cause Tesco's got nothing on the shelves for us
Brick cast – casket, kastet
Brass knuckle

look like I just did a robbery
Marching around with these bands in my pocket it probably look like I just hit the lottery
We getting kush by the bale

Street Blues!"" 

I'd rather be there than any place I know
And it’s gonna take a cop to make me get up and go! 
I need a Beale Street baby, who won’t say

Give ya girl my kids like its CPS. Take
Drugs, fuck school, bet I'm droppin' out soon
It ain't a fuckin' trade when I say cop a tool
Blow a load

and gone, a brass band
The second line, I could be headed home
The passers by me, shed a tear after she read the stone
It's a luxury
The story of life is