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Miles Davis and the Modern Jazz Giants (Miles Davis and the Modern Jazz Giants) · Giants (Chicane) · Legends of Modern Music, Vol. 2: Jazz Giants (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Miles Davis and the Modern Jazz Giants [Japan 2005] (Miles Davis Quintet) · Jazz Giants: Sarah Vaughan (Sarah Vaughan) · The Giants [Remastered] (Oscar Peterson) · Petite Fleur [Giants of Jazz] (Sidney Bechet) · Alone with Three Giants (Marcus Roberts) · Giants of Jazz in Berlin 1971 (Giants of Jazz) · Django Reinhardt and the American Jazz Giants (Django Reinhardt) – and 90 other albums »


to you by telephone
From the Oval Room of the White House.
For every American,
This has to be the proudest day of our lives....
Neil Armstrong, Buz
Caroline by the Fortunes

[00:08]Caroline Caroline ya ya ya ine
[00:16]Caroline Caroline ya ya ya ine
[00:24]There is a girl she really is fine
are smoked
4 in his pocket, a diamond-up chain and some coke
Champion hood, the goodies in the brown back
By the radiator near the cookies
tennis shoe pimpin', 40 Thevz in position
Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum, now nigga I'm a giant
and yo ass is like Jack,
but yo magic beans is wack
Skills is what you lack
Venoms
With international plugs like nine Organized emblems
Get it?  Twenty Thousand Leagues, extra deep
Runnin' with the number thirteen with my 40
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
SLEEPING GIANT some old girl says the feeling strikes starin in the mirror turned ya knuckles white just some old girl, you used to know and some old
what
Well you can suck my dick, you can thank a nigga when
Cause we gone bring it to your ass fa sho what, huh

[Rasheed]
Uh 59 I-10, forty five
Six
of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall
Call it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine
In the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times
So I live by
On the eleventh of April 1912
The queen of the ocean had started her life
With thirteen thousand passengers she sailed out from cork
Lead by nine
watched a movie
From hollywood

(repeat)

Little miss muffett on a squat by me
Took a turn around, I said: can y'all see?
The little strings on the giant
leading three to nothing over the Giants, and for those of you who are looking to go surfing tomorrow, too bad. 
     (Telephone rings) 
I'm kinda lost in
what
Well you can suck my dick, you can thank a nigga when
Cause we gone bring it to your ass fa sho what, huh

[Rasheed]
Uh 59 I-10, forty five
Six
this urban drama
Every day our sons and daughters are led to the slaughter
Indoctrinated by a complacent social order

Decapitated they’re trying
Jazz music, jazz music, jazz music

In the 40's came be-bop, the first be-bop
The real be-bop, so let me talk about
Diz' and Byrd, givin' the word
with no options
If Compton ain't the murder capital, we in the top ten
Drive by with our face painted, like a clown
With a tre-pound, forty shells
set me up as a silver smith/batik dabber
In a house once owned by the princes of mataran.
And he told me all his troubles

We bribed a cfo at semen
by a crack in my units
I'ma stick to the shit that made The Click
The super kind, I love to spit
That nigga 40 vicious, he got speech I heard him
hopefully nobody notices me
In produce hunched over, giant nosebleed
Over stop as I mosey over to the frozen aisle
By the frozen yogurt this guy approached me
hopefully nobody notices me
In produce hunched over, giant nosebleed
Over stop as I mosey over to the frozen aisle
By the frozen yogurt this guy approached me
shit?
Walking dead, angels spend their last days by me,
New Jersey Giant like Dave Tyree,
Young George or Jonathan Chat,
Your guns clap,
Mine will go
deep as fuck , forty fifty Samoans , they knowin´ when D-Bo was
50 , Tweezy , Obie there won't be no hoe in us , they pop shit like they gon´ do shit
to hit the organs every time at 40 paces, it's important
I can't explain why now, by the way
Legs in a crate delivery by today
If a uniformed man knock