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Friends and Friends of Friends, Vol. 5 (Hey Marseilles) · End Sessions, Vol. 2: The End 107.7 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · End Sessions, Vol. 1: Live on the End (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The West End Story [West End Records] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The End Is the Beginning Is the End (Smashing Pumpkins) · The End Is Not the End (House of Heroes) · End of the End (Damian Wasse) · End on End (Rites of Spring) · End on End (Rites of Spring) · End Has No End (2 Tracks) (The Strokes) – and 90 other albums »


of the sun
When my work is done
On my pony I take a ride
Where the coyotes howl
And the varmits prowl
With my forty-four by my side

I go down that
Well, I left Kentucky back in forty nine
An' went to Detroit workin' on a 'sembly line
The first year they had me puttin' wheels on Cadillacs

Every
Well, I left Kentucky back in forty nine
An' went to Detroit workin' on a 'sembly line
The first year they had me puttin' wheels on Cadillacs

Every
to move my records to 54 states 
Got more work than the mayor do (mayor do) 
it stick to niggas that talk shit 
like a baller they bitch hair blue 
Got
did
Way out in New Mexico a long time (D) ago
When a (G) man's only friend was his (D) own forty- (G) four

Now when Billy the Kid was a very young lad
The bright moon was shinin', the hour was late
Shot down by Pat Garrett who once was his friend
The young outlaw's life is now come to an end.
There's many
be your lover
Log on to Top40db.
I don't care about my friends

You keep coming on
With that sweet caress
All those subtle looks
And that
one of my best pieces of fiction 

And it's called I'll be getting by and I'll make ends meet does the forty hour week have you bent at the knees
a short-barreled Bass Forty-Four.

It was plain he was ready and waitin'
He leaned a bit forward and said
When you call me Shorty, say Mister, my friend
Maybe
be your lover
Log on to Top40db.
I don't care about my friends

You keep coming on
With that sweet caress
All those subtle looks
And that
The bright moon was shinin', the hour was late
Shot down by Pat Garrett who once was his friend
The young outlaw's life is now come to an end.
There's many
a visit I pay - and does it pay!"
And his friend, Liquid Len by name,
Of Wine, Women and Wandsworth fame,
Said "I'm breaking the legs of the bastard that
of the Broadway Nights
And I would send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For forty three dollars, my friend lost his
I met you at seven
I didn't expect your friends
I'm feeling much older
Somewhat a generation gap
You won't understand
I'm lost in a land
I'm
of the Broadway Nights
And I would send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For forty three dollars, my friend lost his
from the beginnin
[E-40] You know how we've been gettin down
[Bosko] I know you want this too
[E-40] We just friends right?
[Bosko] We should never stop
and the world."

Buy, buy, buy, buy,
Sell, sell, sell.
How well you learn to
Not discern who's
Foe and who is friend,
We'll own them all in the end.

It
nigga 

It was wrong for me 

But we gon' always be 

Best of friends (ha ha) 

Mad love boo, 'til the end (ha ha) 

Chorus X4
nothing's ever hurt me half as bad as losing you

Well, I've had the lit end of a cigar pressed against my belly
Whupped upon with a crowbar till my eyeball
The skies are charcoal gray
It's a dreary downtown day
But
At the end of my forty-foot leash
Is my little friend
Quiche
Quiche La Poodle
Is
If you don't have someone to do it with it's not worth doin'
To all my friends, it's not the end the earth has not swallowed me yet

Into whose womb
day I'd watch them beauties roll by
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry
'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black.

One day I devised
of snowploughs as they churn along the motorways.
I haven't had no boots to wear or any loot to spare for days and days.
I've traveled more than forty miles
The skies are charcoal gray
It's a dreary downtown day
But
At the end of my forty-foot leash
Is my little friend
Quiche
Quiche La Poodle
Is
are easy to find
Like selling umbrellas on a rainy day
"but what's a value here or there my friend?
Values won't keep you warm in the end