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Bronco Billy (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Best of Bronco (Bronco) · Puro Bronco (Bronco) · Gira Romantica: Bronco (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Tributo a los Grandes: Bronco (El Grupo Santa Clara) · Bronco (Bronco) · Lo Mejor de Bronco (Bronco) · Super Bronco (Bronco) · Bronco (Canaan Smith) · El Cumbiaton de Bronco (Bronco) – and 90 other albums »


doy-da
Twenty-nine fellas who never had their arms
Around the lady from 29 Palms

She's a yippety-yippety-yippety-eye-oh, what a dolly
A bronco that
palms
She's a yip-yip-yippy-eyed dolly
A new kinda gal of the west
And yip-yip-yippy by-golly
Whatever she does, she does her best
She rides twenty-nine
Poor White Folks [Instrumental]


Uncle Pen Album
By Bill Monroe & His Bluegrass Boys

The entire album is 'Instrumental'. These include tracks:
1.
Tim Tebow to Jesus Christ
Tim Tebow to Jesus Christ
Can’t win by myself but with your help I might
(Ten) Tim Tebow (Nine) to Jesus Christ (Eight)
way up by hard work
I ain't ever got no where, but I got there by hard work

Work of the hardest kind I been down and I been out
I been disgusted I been
way up by hard work
I ain't ever got no where, but I got there by hard work

Work of the hardest kind I been down and I been out
I been disgusted I been
Words and music by Woody Guthrie

While we're on the subject of hard work, I just wanted
To say that I always was a man to work.

I was born working
a van
Driven by an elder gentlemen who cuts right in front of me 
From now on that's all I see

(instrumental)

Chorus 
Its a nine hour drive from me
Stick to the core plan, drag to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony spectacular, huh?
Now who's a faggot, you punk?
And here's your Bronco hat,
Stick to the core plan, drag to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony spectacular, huh?
Now who's a faggot, you punk?
And here's your Bronco hat,
against me since the outset
9th got 'em fiending for an instrumental version of an album that ain't out yet
But now it's my outlet, and it feels so good
Tell me you love me, need me
Promise me you'll never leave me

Hey, hey, hold up, hey, is that?
6ix you can't be playin' that, that's the album shit,
the mic tight strike like a rattle bring
Rhymes and nines to the motherfucking battle
So sun down to sun up run up with my gun up
All brakes get
baby
Check this shit out right here, uh

E Pluribus Unum is the album I'ma drop
It'll make you bitch niggas as hard as rocks
Giving head
against me since the outset
9th got 'em fiending for an instrumental version of an album that ain't out yet
But now it's my outlet, and it feels so good
weeks in 1949
-competing versions charted by Bing Crosby (#4), Tennessee Ernie Ford (#9),
-Vaughn Monroe (#10), and Gordon MacRae (#14)
-sung by Vaughn
me Problemz, a.k.a. the Head Honcho 
Liver than O.J. Simpson on the freeway in his white Bronco 
Dem batty bwoy nah wan come test 
One of the best
through the cops
I'm on the streets, gotta pa** heat everyday
Before I leave my rest, yo I got to pray
My nine spray, get me caught up like boom jakes
grab the mic tight strike like a rattle bring
Rhymes and nines to the mutherf***in' battle
So sun down to sun up run up with my gun up
All brakes get
to old men in retirement homes
Dail 9-1-1 runnin gun in the street dungeon
Earth, moon and stars checkin out what the sun done
Suspects change clothes
a bullshit, my index press a full clip (YO)
Set up cones when I'm firing chrom
I hittin ladies to old men in retirement homes
Dail 9-1-1 runnin gun in
the Maybach Benz
Fly this then sanaa lathan
Pumpin' Brown Sugar by D'Angelo

In Los Angeles, like an evangelist
How can you introduce you to your maker ?
down like that for the nine-seven 
This is my dialogue on this album 
It's Magoo's album featuring me, Timbaland 
'Cause he's so ill, I can't even rap
[SIX PAC]
Now here I come with that B.K. four seven guns sit ?? right to me
Step with a Mac-11 rollin' too wise
'bout Tec-9's and double up buckshots
the mic tight strike like a rattle bring
Rhymes and nines to the motherfucking battle
So sun down to sun up run up with my gun up
All brakes get