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Albums:

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) · Here, Here and Here (Meg & Dia) · Clap Hands! Here Comes Rosie!/Fancy Meeting You Here (Rosemary Clooney) · Here's to You/Here's to Me (Justin A.G.) · We're Here Because We're Here (Anathema) – and 90 other albums »


home alive

She warned against his loss of sleep and driving fast in that old heap
And that he had to be at work by five.

BJ the DJ you're living
home alive

She warned against his loss of sleep and driving fast in that old heap
And that he had to be at work by five.

BJ the DJ you're living
home alive
She warned against his loss of sleep
And driving fast in that old heap
And that he had to be at work by five

B.J. the D.J. you're living much
home alive

She warned against his loss of sleep and driving fast in that old heap
And that he had to be at work by five.

BJ the DJ you're living
up a rock and
It totalled my car! 

Oh, do you
Know any trucks
Might be bound for the valley?
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar
on your door what for
pregnant? what're you talking about this for
fifteen, she's underage that's raw
and against law 5 years or more
and she wants a score
on your door what for
pregnant? what're you talking about this for
fifteen, she's underage that's raw
and against law 5 years or more
and she wants a score
for a fake to live none
here's one, careers done, here come
The analitical, political, nonsuperstitial
Biochemical blast the earth by storm words I bomb
to live none
Heres one, careers done, here come
The analitical, political, nonsuperstitial
Biochemical blast the earth by storm words I bomb
For Korans
[swan]
It's platinum baby, a/k/a bj, so got them goin crazy
Back up on the scene, and I'm showin you green
Don't gotta ask what I mean, take a look
kids for leathers
What drug? Faculties bubble keys for G's
Cream flow like seven seas, hit chicks Guyanese
Word up, hold your head before you fall out
her money won't even lend her an ear
When she phones to demand his answer's vague;
He says, "I'll get back to you but right now I've got to catch
to Linden Plaza, to Brownsville
Florida to Ohio, to Putnam, to Park Hill
You interrupt the Grammy's said, "Wu for the kids"
Took four or five shots when they
here working and I gotta pay up

Cindy, she not herself unless she smoking crack
7 times she got stabbed in the back
By a regular john she dealt with
Next time you on stage, use primatine for some breath control
(ha ha ha) but now don't let asthma be the excuse
You was definitely doper, when no one
Of yourself, get a hold
Next time you on stage, use primatine for some breath control
(ha ha ha) but now don't let asthma be the excuse
You was definitely
galigula
With some canibus and teeth for my flesh
Cleaver'll be rippin' to pieces the trashy beaver a diva
My phone sex, will have you fucking your receiver
brew

Lil' Block, O.B., Squeak can't forget about you

B.J., Kiyay, Spoon-Guy we been down here long

Lil' Lynn and K-I-are yeah them boys real strong
could be down for
And I be hearing niggas say they gon’ kill me
And be the type of niggas I think I should make a move on
But I came to let you know I
on your door what for
pregnant? what're you talking about this for
fifteen, she's underage that's raw
and against law 5 years or more
and she wants a score
on your door what for
pregnant? what're you talking about this for
fifteen, she's underage that's raw
and against law 5 years or more
and she wants a score
[Intro]

Turn on the faucet...mm-hmm
Uh-huh (x5)
You and you throw your hands up
If you in the back come on, throw your hands up
If you in the front,
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
comprende, me no speak no Engle
Here, now yo' ass feelin' tingley
Now, you're doin' shit like Darryl Stingley
Don't get stung by the motherfuckin' sting ray
as the Mojave 

Want the Recipe? Then you fellas best to be 

Down to push a key and chip a nigga for me 



[Techniec] 

No bustas, no peace 

Rock