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För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · For Keeps [For Keeps + Singles] (The Field Mice) · Live För Dig (Lars Winnerbäck) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Känn Ingen Sorg för Mig Göteborg (Håkan Hellström) · Jag Är Inte Rädd För Mörkret (Kent) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · 24 Karat Soul (James Carr) · Harmony: Very Best of Fourteen Karat Soul (14 Karat Soul) · 21 Karat Fatback: The Best of the Fatback Band (The Fatback Band) – and 90 other albums »


and let 'em roll
Be as cool as ice
Keep your mind a mystery
Runnin' hot 'n' cold
She's more than money
She's 14 Karat Gold

If you get hit by the bug
them out there lookin' for a home
For a home

Oh to have a place to lay my head
A crumb or two for my daily bread
Perhaps someday
A kind soul will
My name is Cupid Valentino, the modern day Cupid
And I just want to say one thing

Happy Valentine's Day
Every day the 14th!
I don't think y'all
Eradication of disobedience
The lake of fire for the dying soul
The crucifixion brings true remission
Eternal life the eternal goal
Christ
That night they were burning for truth
Down on the corner of 14th and U
They took your soul and they took you for fools
Took all the windows from
chain nah homie it ain't 14 karats
Lil nigga that ain't gold enough
Staying on top while these haters praying I stop and
You niggas waiting on cars
like
Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like
Sex by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that's what I
fish on the stick shift 
The eclectic hectic, desperate to set trip 

And for the niggaz who feel, that they're 24-karat 
Plus, the way you're livin'
a sweety indeedy, I won't endorse
Hans Solo till I'm hit by the bullet, so may the force
Be with you, and I'll hit you when better time permits
For now, show
back as a special guest by special request
And I want to thank my son for loaning me this microphone once again
They may have to wrestle to get it back
back as a special guest by special request
And I want to thank my son for loaning me this microphone once again
They may have to wrestle to get it back
Written by Rickie's father, Richard Jones, as a lullaby for her


Live at the Wiltern Theatre (1992)



Don't feel bad
Because the sun went down
The night
said hey Lonnie did you see Evel Knievel jumpin' on TV
Jumped 13 buses with his machine reckon he could jump 14
No doubt said Lonnie winners keep
Written by Rickie's father, Richard Jones, as a lullaby for her


Live at the Wiltern Theatre (1992)



Don't feel bad
Because the sun went down
The night
desire, can you govern your soul?
Can you govern your soul?
Can you govern your soul?

Nothing’s weaker than water, keep in control
We are bound by
a turn thru
I told him leave the drums in the box, keep the nerds cool
Shit is good for me, I'm Cochise to the varsity, look at me
Look what it took
keep a stash safe kid, when I proposed it made her face big

She keep me jigg, glorifying medallions
Got me in clothes made by Italians, feed me
so high

Rollin up, money can't folded up
How you gonna say you cold as us
Can’t smoke enough
Diamonds in my chain nah homie it ain't 14 karats
Lil
desire, can you govern your soul?
Can you govern your soul?
Can you govern your soul?

Nothing’s weaker than water, keep in control
We are bound by
desire, can you govern your soul?
Can you govern your soul?
Can you govern your soul?

Nothing’s weaker than water, keep in control
We are bound by
keep a stash safe kid, when I proposed it made her face big
She keep me jigg, glorifying medallions
Got me in clothes made by Italians, feed me lobster
fish on the stick shift 
The eclectic hectic, desperate to set trip 

And for the niggaz who feel, that they're 24-karat 
Plus, the way you're livin'
With the setting of the sun
Something wicked this way comes
Black on black
Got a wicked stride
Hounds of Hell are by his side

Feeding
all
And you'se a flea
And since I got time to drop it for you, I guess I must
And give it to you mother fuckas like Bust-a-Bust
I keep the heat
dogg of 'em all
And you's a flea, and
And since I got time to drop it for you, I guess I must
And give it to you mother fuckers like bust-a-bust
I keep