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I Remember Red: A Tribute to Red Foley (Pat Boone) · Red Heaven: 20 of the Best from Cherry Red (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Red Red Meat (Red Red Meat) · Three Classic Albums Plus: Red Allen Meets Kid Ory/We've Got Rhythm/Red Allen Plays Kin (Henry "Red" Allen) · Live at Red Rocks: Under a Blood Red Sky [10" LP] (U2) · Red Simpson/Red Sovine/Dave Dudley (Red Simpson) · Red Red Wine (Neil Diamond) · Red Red Wine: The Collection (UB40) · Red Album (Baroness) · Red Gone Wild: Thee Album [Clean] (Redman) – and 90 other albums »
and Music by Robert Higginbotham Put on your red dress, baby Ya know we're goin' out tonight Put on your red dress, baby Lord, we're goin' out tonight
From the album fairytale Cat's a-sleeping in the sun, Eyes take heed the colours call. Sunlight patterns touch the wall, Red kerchiefs sail
shooting And another piece of red left my atlas today......... *written by Bob Geldof *from the album "Mondo Bongo"
right. ~ note: The 1st verse relates to the last verse of 'That's What My Baby Likes' Recorded by Lucille Bogan as follows: 'I gets red ripe tomatoes,
I told her please don't leave Your grand daughter's two years old I dropped two albums in the same month Doing anything for cash, plus my trap
the bean bag Hit ya ass from the side like a screen pass And that red bandana is the team flag Yeah, all up in your fucking face Tez pushed the album back,
(i. turner, t. turner) Producers: chris lord-aldge, tina turner and roger davies Album: what's love got to do with it (europe-94) Previously recorded
____________________________________________________________ *written by Bob Geldof *taken from the album entitled "A Tonic For The Troops"
'cause I may have drowned Hotel notepad, three pens for five dollars Black, red and blue, recommended by scholars On foot, talking loud and telling
so tired Music is supposed to inspire How come we ain't gettin no higher? I know you think that you've got it all And by making other people feel
Insurance Man Blues Track 17 3:15 Sonny Boy Williamson I (John Lee) (John Lee Williamson) Recorded June 17, 1938 - Aurora, Illinois With Speckled Red
'memba me, Tell me how could you forget, back to johnny's album cover, Red and blue Gucci s***, Ain't nothing changed but the year it is, I think I
you're running by, trip you up from behind My rhymes, confuse niggas Like somebody try to gang-bang Wearin' a blue shirt and red pants, throwin' up
looking over me. Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well. Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red. You used to be
got Them dirty boys turn your poundcake to red velvet How can you measure a nigga by multiple figures he may got, got, got Had he not purchased
the RED Album dropped, yeah, I'm gettin' head still In the club, lookin' past you niggas These bitches gas them niggas, Drizzy, ask them niggas You
to funk it The EP is in effect from dusk to sunset She want a rim shot all over her drum set Jump the bed rubbin' your head- it's rough sex 50 ways
Aiyyo here's a tale, about a female I once messed with Or better yet, skins that I swung eps with Face full of grace, waist shaped like Vanessa
hair, I was there, I remember it all too well Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red You used to be a little kid with glasses in a twin
is just the guy to lead a crew Right up to your face and diss you Everyone saw me on the last album cover Holding a pistol something far from
of lines and get a red nose like Rudolf Watching porno wacking off in front of my computer Last eight months I’ve been straighter than a ruler And my
Album: The Bluebird Recordings 1938 RCA #66796 With Speckled Red (Rufus Perryman) - piano Probably Willie Hacher - mandolin and Robert Lee McCoy - gtr
gon tie in In the bushes they lying, ain't lying that's my word By the end of the month, they left with them birds Zoned off that purp, I'm slurring
Bedrock puffin' indo By the branch like plants and do the cypher dance Then it's back to the set to write raps about my eps Takin' tokes for the stress
your bastard style has just been stuck By a sticker with a 'frigerator lickin' What if how's about why would Never thought that the napalm would bust