Lyrics:
the Auderman empire,
For I hear by the sound of the
castanettes, we are off,
off, off, off we are off.
Off to Br-r-r-r-r-r-r-azil! a-Br-r-razil. Brazil...
Land
My Posse's On Broadway
My Posse's On Broadway
Me and Kid Sensation, at home away from home
In the black Benz limo with the cellular phone
I'm callin
You're Welcome! So Welcome! To Broadway U.S.A.!
You're Welcome! Yes Welcome! To Our Big Show Today!
We're Singers, Dancers, Entertainers On The Great
in the morning
And we're packed into a narrow recording
Studio in Burbank, California
The same studio where the 28-year-old rapper
From Philadelphia
Jays to control a sound
But D-Nice, you're gonna make the party live
[D-Nice]
Bust it, yo
I love to diss whores, I love to do tours
Makin
on broadway! the broadway zombies collect around the evil prince, who suddenly suspects the presence of an intruder. after taking a lar
Te from an onion he
why would you enforce an ordinance?
Music it saves lives, these kids out here are supporting it
And through the art form we've learned the importance
American music i'd
Take Count Basie and Ella Fitzgerald with me
And we'd do what we do best
We'd wail up a storm with real
American jazz so that their kids
from city to city, like kids playing hookie
Later that night I knock a bitch named Cookie
She says, "I love you and I want to make you rich"
I says, "Oh
Yeah, I'm giving it over
Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music
FATHER: Rather what?!
HERBERT: I'd rather... just... [music] ...sing!
FATHER: Stop that, stop that! You're not going to do a song
while I'm
don't have a curtain
Made of iron or stone
We are not divided by a wall
So come on tell me
Hey, hey, hey
From L.A. to Broadway
Hey, hey, hey
Let
And keep me 'way from your friends
They'll probably try to do me, do me (do me)
I sip on my Yack, I kiss on your back
I have you like, "Ooh, ooh don't
a curtain
Made of iron or stone
We are not divided by a wall
So come on tell me
Hey, hey, hey
From L.A. to Broadway
Hey, hey, hey
Let the music lift you up
turn it up, that's really how you work the V
Your stash ain't never dry if you getting your work from me
We do this shit perfectly, we're enough
else
She does have a point do you feel you
Get the proper love from New York?
Hell fucking no
And I never understood that because
You ran the same
I trust)
I been fucked by so many damn managers
While they push me out front of these cameras (managers, cameras)
All this music I done gave
ethnic cleanse like Hitler used to do
Bring on an interlude
I'm comin' from a school where if ah nigga mouth
Get out-We aim the hit at you
Method
Gadsden, Alabama
My name is Wayne, I'm from Alabama
Here's the back story
I just fell off the turnip truck with Ernest Tubb
I'm 33, I've got 3 kids
and half white
C'mon this sound it had
To come from somewhere, right?
Nah, nah, see homie race is not the issue
And if you stepping to me like
It is I'll
ethnic cleanse like Hitler used to do
Bring on an interlude
I'm comin' from a school where if ah nigga mouth
Get out-We aim the hit at you
Method
tenure as music director
Fo the Boston Symphony Orchestra from 1923-49
(9) Annie's cousin Fanny was a sweetie of
Mine: Is a song by Glenn
Miller
at an advertising agency
Or at a record label
My goal, if I was going to do art, fine art
Would have been to become Picasso or greater
That always sounds so funny
really what the music is
You wanna be classic like I Love Lucy is
But you'll never be sayin what you'll do me
Kid i'm like a broadway play
You where
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