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Jet Boy Jet Girl (Elton Motello) · Coca-Cola: Choral Christmas (Londonderry Singers) · Rum & Coca Cola [Golden Options] (The Andrews Sisters) · Be Yourself: Live at Dizzy's Club Coca-Cola (Kenny Burrell) · Rum & Coca Cola (The Hoagies) · R.C. Cola Radio Shows, Vol. 4 (Roy Acuff) · Rum & Coca Cola [Documents] (The Andrews Sisters) · Rum & Coca-Cola: Best of the Andrews Sisters (The Andrews Sisters) · R.C. Cola Radio Shows, Vol. 1 (Roy Acuff) · R.C. Cola Radio Shows, Vol. 2 (Roy Acuff & His Smokey Mountain Boys) – and 90 other albums »


burns down by itself
Every fire needs a little bit of...

Give the anarchist a cigarette
'Cause that's as close as he's ever gonna get
Give
up the sky
Or maybe it was not a star at all

I was standing by the hudson river's edge at night
Looking out across the Jersey shore
At a neon
and tattered from the storm the night before,
And as I gazed upon it, well, this is what I sawr:

Smoke Coca-Cola cigarettes. Drink Wrigley's Spearmint beer.
Let's all go to Hades, on a tricked-out bullet train 
As our glasses overflow with French champagne 
Let's all go to paradise on a supersonic jet
of twenty five thousand feet at an air speed of sixty hundred miles per hour 
Headphones will be provided by request for a varied program of in flight music
Little lover sittin' in the corner with a former member of the jets 
He would write a letter to the editor about the little holes in her dress 
She
Who can stop de-evolution of the human race?
Look at you, Corporate America, you're in disgrace
Globalize; cigarettes, business jets, you love it
of 25,000 feet at an air speed of 600 miles per hour 
Headphones will be provided by request for a varied program of in flight music 
Have a good flight
Fat guy jets by, bony in a Zodiac
Picking up trouble, maybe looking for a heart attack
All-night boys in the Piccadilly Arcade
Boozy losers
And she won't let me go
Let me come inside

I was late and my face was wet, toe up on a private jet 
Spiraling down with a cigarette, where we going now
Mad topics, no you can't stop it
Like how much they paid for that rocket?
People in the hood really ain't got shit
How much got spent by
'Cause I don't get upset 
I kick a hole in the speaker  pull the plug  then I jet 
Back to the lab without a mic to grab 
So then I add all the rhymes I
I don't get upset
I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet

Back to the lab ...without a mic to grab
So then I add all the rhymes I
had her walkin' on the moon

Yo, I seen you at the five and dime wastin' your time
Oh you shine, I'm lookin' at your ass from behind
You walked by
want to see something that could make ya sick?
Stand in front of jets on the Gaza strip
I used to take puffs from a car, jet in my garage
Then I get
don't get upset
I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet
Back to the lab ...without a mic to grab
So then I add all the rhymes I had
'Cause I don't get upset 
I kick a hole in the speaker  pull the plug  then I jet 
Back to the lab without a mic to grab 
So then I add all the rhymes I
Uh, before you get here,
Put yo panties in yo pocketbook
That's what I told her, over the Motorola
Hennessy and Cola
I hold her, at attention
I took 23 stacks
And bought some jet skis
Have pity for the cop
Who gotta arrest me
A front street jump street
Den jump out it's a track meet
I don't get upset
I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet
Back to the lab, without a mic to grab
So then I add all the rhymes I had
Zeus juice, froot loops and old yoo hoos
Rounds of hi 5's and cries of "Yeah, dude!"
Smoking cigarettes and sipping witches brew
It's kid tested, mom
(Chill with that ill behavior) - KRS sample
Pull the pin out, sheep creep in wolf garb
Fronted by the Hail Mary parry lunge mixer
Kill
By the way, I re-up on bad dreams, bag up screams in fiftys
Be up on mad schemes that heat shop like jiffy-pop (pop)
In a instant get smoked like
Leave it to us to manufacture the glass house to display your ripped up rag dolls. 
Well it's no secret, we all want a cigarette and coffee break.
wet
I got her where I want her and I ain't done yet
Looking at your future baby put down the cigarette
Come hop on this kush jet and take flight
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