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Albums:

Hey Hey Hey (Pop Another Bottle) (Laurent Wéry) · Hey Hey Hey (Pop Another Bottle) (Laurent Wéry) · Hey! Hey! Hey! (Rhoda Scott) · Hey Hey My My Yo Yo (Junior Senior) · Hey Hey: Remixes (Dennis Ferrer) · Hey Hey (Mapei) · Hey Hey (Dennis Ferrer) · Hey Now Hey (The Other Side of the Sky) [Bonus Track] (Aretha Franklin) · Hey Now Hey: The Other Side of the Sky (Aretha Franklin) · Hey Hey (Dennis Ferrer) – and 90 other albums »


we is, I love it truly
Your P-D-A hey hey
(I want your P-D-A)
Your P-D-A, hey hey
(I want your P-D-A)
Your P-D-A hey hey
(I want your P
-did-did-a-boom-boom, be	-dit-dit-a-boom-boom-bom
Hey Mr. Bass Man, you're the hidden King of Rock 'n' Roll, d-d-be	-bop-a-bop
(Bass voice: No no, be	-be	-BOP-p-p
-did-did-a-boom-boom, be-dit-dit-a-boom-boom-bom
Hey Mr Bass Man, you're the hidden King of Rock 'n' Roll, d-d-be-bop-a-bop
(No no, be-be-BOP-p-p-bop bop bop)

It don't mean a thing when
too

I know it's a pity
To be so all alone
The bed seems so empty
And not a ring from the phone

You can get by if you try
You can get by if you try
You
hey can't you see
Baby don't you lie to me
I know you think that you must go
Well I think that's alright by me

Nervous words and empty motions
I've got it on me
And I've got it on me
And glory be these fuckers are ignoring me
We never learn from history

Hey, I am the boy who loved her so
[Madd Rapper]
The art of getting robbed
This is how we do Brooklyn style boy you know what I'm sayin?

[50 Cent]
R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P
The railroad tracks

Hey three for a quarter
One for a dime
I'll bet it's tomorrow
By Rocky Mountain Time

I walked in the restaurant
For something to do
-did-did-a-boom-boom, be	-dit-dit-a-boom-boom-bom
Hey Mr. Bass Man, you're the hidden King of Rock 'n' Roll, d-d-be	-bop-a-bop
(Bass voice: No no, be	-be	-BOP-p-p
me 
The one who can't be free 
Much too young to focus but too old to see 
Hey look it's me 
When no one wants to see 
See what you brought this
me 
The one who can't be free 
Much too young to focus but too old to see 
Hey look it's me 
When no one wants to see 
See what you brought this
be capping with a big gun
Run up on it if you want it, then you bite the big one, yeah
Uh huh, can you deal with it, D-E-V-I-L

D.E.E.P. you want to go
hey-hey

Something's taken a child
And it all must end
Time to be killing the dragon again

Silence, we'll hunt for the lord
He takes crimson
empty p ride,
full of selfishness inside
bathe in a turning tide,
until then we all hide
I hope it comes around
driven out
beastly cause look at how weakened her knees be
With the dome trash, and she fuck me fast
Now she on stand-by, blame the buddy pass

You know we're
be the dude walking around with the beer goggles
We surrounded by miles and it looks like 4th of July
When they bring them bottles


One shot
Two
empty p ride,
full of selfishness inside
bathe in a turning tide,
until then we all hide
I hope it comes around
driven out
[Master P]
I like a bad chick like, Martha Stewart that go to jail
And holdin these streets down, Lisa Raye be a entertainer
And still got a ghetto
ahaha, talk to y'all niggas, yessur, hey

My best friend say I'm bottled up, I need a fucking therapist
But I can't think of nobody I wanna share this
train, spit game from the get green.
Hey, T.I.P. been bangin' thick dames since he was fifteen.
The click came ran trains, if her shit clean.
The same
some fun, hey
I never knew love
Until you loved
Never thought
That I'd fall in love
'Til you brought out of me
The man I always knew I could be
The sun shall not smite I by day
Nor the moon by night, no
And everything that I do
Shall be up full and right
And if it's all night
It got
Hey Gotti, Hey Chuck
How the fuck we gon' keep droppin this fire on these niggaz?
Know what I'm saying we killin' 'em on the radio
Then we jump
am, I'm goin' be who I be
Everything from chasing a cat to p***** on a tree
Let me see what I gotta to see
Do what I gotta to do

Dog for life but
unconcealed envy
In the hall of arrivals where the great river empties
It's hand carts and porters
All the people it carries
To be greeted with flowers