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of the album

[Brandy]
Sweet but just don't think it's complete
Until I dedicate a song
To the people who inspired me to sing
Know what I'm saying?
baby

If Mr. Les Brown can make it renowned
And Ray Anthony could rock it for me
There's never a doubt, you'll knock yourself out
Whenever you get
with the hands
(John) By the best bass players in the land
(Alvin) When the bass starts thumpin' sho 'nuff hits the spot
(Rhonda) And I hope it never
If Mr Les Browne can make it renown
And Ray Anthony'll rock it for me
There's never a doubt, you'll knock yourself out
Whenever you can hear Opus
If Mr Les Browne can make it renown
And Ray Anthony'll rock it for me
There's never a doubt, you'll knock yourself out
Whenever you can hear Opus
charted by Vic Damone (#4), Freddy Martin (#18) and Ray Anthony and his 
	Orchestra (#28)

(Oh, ho!!)
(Truly, truly fair, truly, truly fair)
(How I
charted by Vic Damone (#4), Freddy Martin (#18) and Ray Anthony and his 
	Orchestra (#28)

(Oh, ho!!)
(Truly, truly fair, truly, truly fair)
(How I
read a little bit but not enough to hurt me none
(Yip yip yip yip)
No one plays high notes like The Lip

I said The Lip
(She must mean Ray Anthony, huh)
on 'em in Ray Bans in a gray van with a spray tan
It's a wrap like an Ace bandage
Don't-give-a-fuck persona
To my last DNA strand, E&J in the waistband
[Originally released by Bathory in 1988 on the album "Blood Fire Death".]

[Music and lyrics: Quorthon.]
[8:28]

Orgy of silence, conspiracy
ham nigga
This veneering clique never been set, generic gets down nigga
I been dope since Ray D, Anthony Peeler, KC
Killer city, everything that you
parties are the shit, forty mags by the scones
I'm fighting for gun rights to shoot a nigga in his dome
Click your fucking heels, there's no place like home
the first album even the gals were like "tight lyrics, dreamy eyes"
But my fucking mouth was nightmare-ish

And from the start of it you felt like you were
a mothafuckin' waitress
And that's word to the motha
From a brotha with a big ass dick, bitch, anotha

It has been made by bad ass Anthony Banks
MC Pooh
Verse 1: 

Don't underestimate the reach 

Here comes that city brother who lives by the beach 

Defari  work for Likwit organize 

Dodger hats
nigga fire
Like Ray Allen in game 6, when James missed
Then Bosh tapped it to him
You know what had happened to 'em, swish
It's all about a swish
the first album even the gals were like "tight lyrics, dreamy eyes"
But my f***ing mouth was nightmare-ish

And from the start of it you felt like you were
I was staring a hole through CMT
Watchin' everybody else who'd been waitin' for me
I thought by now I'd been a household name
After all I had, if
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
truths through my "Hard Knock Life" time my gift and a curse
I gave you volume after volume of my work so you can feel my truths
I built the Dynasty by
play that shit
By the time we got halfway through watchin' "Ray" I hit
I laid it down beat it up, let her go clean it up
Take a five minute nap, wake
Artist: Ray, Goodman & Brown
Album: 
Title: 
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Offset: 
 Heaven In The Rain -1981 - 4:19
LP/CD: Stay - Polydor 1981
Composers: D. Thomas,L.
of a kid rum
Riding down the strip with your diamonds and lil' dro
Shiny bald head catching sun rays
Smashing down the strip going backwards down runwas
that ***
But don't bite me, *** I don't play that ***

Marques Houston, I don't play that ***
By the time we got half way through watchin' 'Ray', I
smuggle weight in they cases
Bags inspected, now we arrested
Attention directed to contents of our intestines
Urinalysis followed by X-rays
Interrogated