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För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · 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) · Jordan Hill (Jordan Hill) · Sugar Hill Snapshots: A Quick Sampling of Sugar Hill Bestsellers (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Dance Dance Dance: Dance Hits of the 60's, 70's, & 80's (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Cumbia Mix Mix Mix, Vol. 2 (Acapulco Tropical) – and 90 other albums »


Pushin horns weren't easy like the movie said it was
And I don't recall no dance hall girls
Or hotel rooms with rugs
You worked hot and tired
You're climbing mountains, I'm on a hill
You're always running I'm standing still
You live for the moment, no future no past
I may be a fool to love
are
A mahogany guitar
We mix the six play
Flip it a million ways
Spend your every fantasy
Your desire's fulfilled by my song
Makin love till
heaven for a hustler, no graveyards
Cause stand up niggas don't lie on no floors
Much rather burns us, ashes to ashes
Mix us with the powder, sell us
I was drunk by noon on new years day
In the hills outside of town some place
With the smoke and the wine
And a stranger's eyes

Smoke
you crazy baby I'm raining
Dem boys just drizzle
No mo trying to be Like Mike
Cause even Mike Jordan's two boys want to be Like I
All I ever hear
away forever
While the shining summer sea dances in the glass of your mirror
While you search the waves for love and your visions for a sign
The knot
Future in the club, poppin bands on them hoes
Go ahead Gucci Mane, toss some grands on the floor
I'm gettin a table dance by a fine ass ho
Got me coming
for a brand new man who
Ain't always gotta sit down cause he can't stand you
Boo - this the brand new jam to dance to
While you givin' me "Head" like
beers

Sir turn up the TV sound
The war has started on the ground
Just love those laser guided bombs
They're really great

For righting wrongs
You
I've never had a way with women, 
But the hills of Iowa make me wish that I could 
And I've never found a way to say I love you, 
But if
Gucci luggage
I love Cape Cod, and watching fly bitches with grey eyes
Wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by
I like to celebrate, why? - cause I can
Chill 'cause we don't mix wit' why'all uncle Tomers
We rock those real black leather bombers
For real, Park Hill not Beverly Hills
Ya'll better be
we. 

And the hills that you know 
Will remain for you 
And the little willow green 
Will stand firm. 
The flowers that we planted 
Through
Gucci luggage

I love Cape Cod, and watchin' fly **** with gray eyes
Wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by
I like to celebrate, why? 'Cause I can vision
to know, I want to know,
Why can't we travel a continuous line?
Make love reliable covenant all the time.
Up and down the hills I go, I got to know, I got
Yeah
It's that war shit
It's that war shit
And you know what dun

It makes you sick to hear the mobb bang like this
Infamous for the world
Infamous for the world to hate or play this
Don't give a fuck if you can't rock to this
My duns' heads bop to this
We stand out like a tourist
And make
the scenes
I'm pulling x for the Rex I'm all about the cream
By any means a hustling scheme will fulfill my dreams

A better living fatter pockets,
Don't ever confuse wireless for powerless
A nice red wine haze and a sour mix
I'm in the trap wit the blicky
Cigarettes pills and the sticky
If you need
There once was an Indian brave by the name of Yellow Hand 
He fell in love with a maiden know as White Sands 
They vowed their love would last
friends 
Now they're enemies cause he's a traitor 
Pulled out the Uzi cruised by and sprayed him 
Cinderella hoeing for the fellas 
And Mister Rogers is
friends 
Now they're enemies cause he's a traitor 
Pulled out the Uzi cruised by and sprayed him 
Cinderella hoeing for the fellas 
And Mister Rogers is
again the people come and go away forever
While the shining summer sea dances in the glass of your mirror
While you search the waves for love and your
Now, Bayou Sam from South Louisiana 
Had gamblin' in his veins
And Mama Moo (??) who loves only you
Why do ya cause her such pain?

She went