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Together Again! [Together Again/Together Again, Again] (Willis "Gator" Jackson) · Ether Radio (Chikinki) · Ether Song (Turin Brakes) · Ether-Electrified Porch Music (Carbon Leaf) · When Under Ether (PJ Harvey) · Thanks for the Ether (Rasputina) · Ether Song [Japan Bonus Tracks] (Turin Brakes) · Ether Song (Turin Brakes) · Ether Song (Turin Brakes) · Ether Song [Australia] (Turin Brakes) – and 90 other albums »


your title is seven 
Takin' out your four man crew makes eleven 
By the twelfth well I'll go for self 
Rockin' New York like no one else 
You can
the beats, and the breaks
Rocks the cocks off the whores in the place
Cause suckers shake, while I'm creatin
They get together and they start to hatin
How
us that in a battle we can't last
The battle started at 10:30 and by quarter of eleven was no longer eight crews (how many was their)
There was seven
Bob- Okay, good day, this is our Christmas part of the album,
and you can play this at your Christmas parties, uh,
or to yourself on Christmas Eve,
six different strands
would lock together locked forever
rockin leathery wood told you chicken and cris go good
with some watermelon albums sellin
always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs and the hoes

We didn't realize what
sometimes the other side ain't always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs
was thirteen and good we had a hotter date
It was just a number she never told she was knocked up
By the end of the summer chick almost had me locked
the MC field
No respect in eighty-seven, eighty-eight you kneel
Cause I produce and get loose, when it's time to perform
Wax a sucker like Mop & Glow
o'clock (woo!)
Hungry 'bout to hit the IHOP (let's go)
After that, menage-a-trois
And he out by seven o'clock (p-YOON)

'Cause I'm a baller, thought I
ain't never been to school together
We ain't ever shared weed, bitches, or ate food, never!
They say money never sleeps, gotta have two hustles
Since
with 

reporters 

Behind her. Alcohol in the hands of 

A minor. I got you panicking like bombs, with 30 second timers. 

Clear the building,
Bob- Okay, good day, this is our Christmas part of the album,
and you can play this at your Christmas parties, uh,
or to yourself on Christmas Eve,
again
I can't be faded like a homeless Rastafarian
Before I rock the booth I need lots of loot
Got it coming together like Siamese prostitutes
By none other than Ghostface Killah, Raekwon the Chef
Rock Marciano and Busta Rhymes
A job well done fellas, very good piece of work
Bob- Okay, good day, this is our Christmas part of the album,
and you can play this at your Christmas parties, uh,
or to yourself on Christmas Eve,
try and tell them, we're all in this together
My album was raw, because no one would ever
Think like I think, or do what I do
I stole the show, then
the wall

The all around the world Digital Underground, Pac
The Rudloph the red nosed reindeer of the Roc
I take my chain, my 15 seconds of fame
in my pocket and at least a grand 
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand 
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC 
Remotely controlled by
on some hardco' body shit 

Get your shit together 'fore the fuck Illuminati hit 

Dreams is free in escape of sleep 

For a fool peep jewels, keep
Alright y'all!
I want y'all to put your hands together
And to bring on a brother
that's bound to lay more dips in your hips
More gliiiiide in
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)

Me an' Earl was haulin' chickens on a flatbed out of Wiggins, and we'd spent all night on the uphill side of thirty-seven
known to be the master in the MC field
No respect in eighty-seven, eighty-eight you kneel
Cause I produce and get loose, when it's time to perform
Wax
I know, ain't no place like home
gone for a second best believe that I'm back home
24-7 where the love just don't stop
comedian done tell
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by