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Roy Orbison Sings- 1965-1973, Vol. 1: There Is Only One Roy Orbison/The Orbison Way (Roy Orbison) · Roy Orbison 1965-1973, Vol. 2 (The Classic Roy Orbison/Cry Softly, Lonely One) (Roy Orbison) · Roy: A Tribute To Roy Orbison (Damien Leith) · The All Time Greatest Hits of Roy Orbison [Mobile Fidelity] (Roy Orbison) · The Great Roy Orbison: Original Hits (Roy Orbison) · The Great Roy Orbison, Vol. 1: Original Hits (Roy Orbison) · The All-Time Greatest Hits of Roy Orbison [Monument] (Roy Orbison) · The All Time Greatest Hits of Roy Orbison [DCC] (Roy Orbison) · The All-Time Greatest Hits of Roy Orbison, Vol. 1 (Roy Orbison) · The All-Time Greatest Hits of Roy Orbison, Vol. 2 (Roy Orbison) – and 90 other albums »
a boy When I work out Puba go see Roy's next to thirty-three, where Stud lives You won't catch the Puba doin nothin negative Now honey don't like me
Loyal fans and newfound followers Whassup y'all? Hello how are you doin out there? You're chillin I'm winnin Oh by the way the album's out go get
in 1966, when he was twenty. The first recording of this song was by Ronnie Burns in Australia. It was a top 20 hit for him in Australia in July 1967.
of hits coming at this hour This is WMFW FM This hour we got Bob Marley The sounds of Miriam Makeba, Muta Baruka We got the live music group Gumbo coming
This life we gon' live it up When the dough gets tough we gon' get it up Anybody hate on us, we hit 'em up Baby we can't be touched, niggas give it up
[Chorus] (Ja Rule) This life we gon' live it up When the dough gets tough we gon' get it up Anybody hate on us, we hit 'em up Baby we can't be touched,
Mafio (mafio), Niggaz know (niggaz know) When them real live g's hit the door (hit the door) [Chorus] I got a 22, not much bigger than my finger
mixed with a Roy Smoke what make a nigga trip collide What took me how fast, you could grip a 9 Damn, look at how that hollow tip hit his spine
[Verse 1: Trina] Icy blue rocks on my arm I shop at Malone for Louie Vinton The diamond diva miss Cinderella, Versace gown by Donna Tella
Cliche Shot that ricochets Start trouble bust bubbles Hit the wicked ways Gotta love me G-O-D no one above me Look up but fuck ugly Techna
across the globe On the return trip It be the niggas The niggas that live by the code of blood honor My Flipmode niggas Straight bring you that shit
backwards But Bone and Darkchild make hits like linebackers Can I live? If you wanna be in my shoes then get in You can talk the talk but don't live
painted (yeah) More colorful than Kelis naked Your skills is least debated and your album least awaited Even Big Tigger wouldn't let you in "Tha Basement"
got beatings cause the girl loved drama In single parenthood there I stood By the time she was 21, had another one This one’s a girl, let’s name her pam
uncle sterling got the latest I strive to be live ’cause I got no choice And run my own business like my aunt joyce So pete rock hit me, nuff respect
what an artist should be Should they be someone with prosperity And no concept of reality? Now, who you know without any flaws? That lives above
cause the Kane said so This is the dance floor groove of the album Presented to you all live from Calvin Whoops! I meant to say Mister Cee The disc
what Waco see Then hit the district then visit to Jac-o-be I like my diamonds colored, watch it smothered Show off at the place of jewels, let the white
bloodline I bleed concrete And when I move, I move out with the raw I move out with the squad To his album we ride we so mob I throw lives and lowest
soldier shit Keep on servin' 'em, 'cause you know we do work Mashin'' in my Chevy down the streets of New York, they feel me I smooth grip, and hit up
a hear this on the radio Yeah, uh huh, okay Once upon a time in College Park Where they live life fast and they scared of dark There was a little nigga by
Analyzed by report cards, hard to live a life when you're forced to.. UAHH, within the, PIPES of the system Where as a vision with classism which means
the ghost of Biggie My mind state Like the crime rate I think I'm John Gotti Hit niggaz in the head, with that all red Ferrari Like the black Liberace
Tossing a your bitch you slip we hit now we tossing a clips Bossing and shit next thing I'm bubling and cavi cause if the cold world air maxs All the dubs
life, as much as your possesions? Don't be a stupid nigga, learn a lesson I'm gon' get you either way, and it's better to live Let me get what's