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62 in 1959
-Words and Music by J. Leslie McFarland and Aaron H. Schroeder


(Ooh)
They did the Wang Dang Taffy-Apple Tango
They did the Wang Dang
Joe.
Got his name from singing to the cows and sheep
Every night they say he sings the herd to sleep
In a basso rich and deep,
Crooning soft and low
Richard Fagan/Joe Collins, Of Music, Inc (ASCAP/Life's A Pitch/Joe Collins Music (ASCAP)/Foray Music administered by EMI Music (SESAC)

Hey hoe come
on Caribbean riffs
See last night's change was today's dough money
No time for your freestyles so roll money
No more whack albums with two joints
No more
o'clock
We'd be crumbling
One night
My brother Joe and me
Climbed down the family tree
That grew outside our bedroom window
We ran
Though we knew it
Artist: Fat Joe f/ Armageddon, Tony Sunshine
Album: Loyalty
Song: All I Need
Typed by: y_c_brat@yahoo.com
[Talking: Fat Joe]
Cool & Dre
Who you
Flutes and fiddles everywhere.
If it's music you want,
You should go to Clare.

Oh, Lisdoonvarna
Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna!

Everybody
test tube baby}

Check one two, check one two
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I'm Jon Norris with MTV news this hour on music biz
racism and online hate speech - but first, albums have been stickered and banned
and in the past
o'clock
we'd be crumbling
one night
my brother Joe and me
climbed down the family tree
that grew outside our bedroom window
we ran
though we knew it
o'clock
We'd be crumbling

One night, my brother Joe and me
Climbed down the family tree
That grew outside our bedroom window
We ran though we knew it
Artist: DJ Envy f/ Jay-Z
Album:  Blok Party Vol. 1
Song:   H.O.V.A.
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash

[Jay-Z] + (DJ Envy)
Yo uh, dim
o'clock
We'd be crumbling
One night
My brother Joe and me
Climbed down the family tree
That grew outside our bedroom window
We ran though we knew it
Triskaidekaphobia
That's fear of thirteen my sons and daughters, as in thirteen o'clock
You're listening to the last night on The Last Light
bricks onto trains was a delight

Then I'd find a weak kid and have a fight
Use your pocket money to buy a head band for the night
From Fussels, Newport's
the story that Michael
Jackson, in a effort to
Retain his youthful look and feminine vocal characteristics had his
Testicles surgically removed,
Thereby
Master cause I knew he was scratching
(What up?)  Jay to the telly music, loud as hell
He said, "Hold up Run," "it's the bell!"
Jay to the door as he
and aimed and started firing like the son of Kane
I saw civilians runnin' for their life
Like the devil on judgement night running from Christ
Ice
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm on my way
Darkside, Darkside, Darkside
[DJ Premier scratches over fourth line] ("Listen to the situation my son")

Premo
And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it ain't about race now
Sometimes I think about my life, with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile
Damn,
them
And I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon

So eat this black music, and tell me how it taste, now
And fuck Jesse Jackson ?cause it
David Banner
Like to end this song by saying all praises is due to God
God first, yaknowimsayin, music second
Yo peace out to my little god-son Lil' Ju
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We'd be crumbling
One night
My brother Joe and me
Climbed down the family tree
That grew outside our bedroom window
We ran though we knew it couldn't
walking past
"I hate to be a pest but my son would love your autograph"
(Wow, Mr. Nigga I love you, I have all your albums!)
They stay on nigga patrol