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Live in Seattle (Shawn McDonald) · Sleepless in Seattle (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Jazz at the Philharmonic: Seattle 1956 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Bootleg Live On-Air: Seattle KISW (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Live in Seattle/Ripen (Shawn McDonald) · Sleepless in Seattle and Other Hollywood Hits (American Film Orchestra) · The Seattle Concert (Edward Kennedy Ellington) · Son House in Seattle 1968 (Son House) · Mid-Fi Field Recordings Vol. 1: Live at the Tractor Tavern, Seattle, Washington (Supersuckers) · Alive in Seattle [Video/DVD] (Heart) – and 90 other albums »


Ewing of Seattle

It's The Man You Love 2 Hate
The J.R. Ewing of Seattle

Me and Kid Sensation with that home away from home
In the fat butt dulie
that night

I'm in your trick bag, and it's kind of a drag
I'm in your trick bag, and it's kind of a drag
It's kind of a drag
Trick-Trick Bag,
So I'm just sitting in this rehab class
Trying to get myself unhooked on ass
So then my teacher asked me a question
Like Ludacris are you over there
I got everything that a dude could want 
House in the hills made by Louis Vuitton 
But when I dance in the spot 
All the ladies cut 
‘Cause it
calls the fighter
Sold my rights to tinseltown
Trading arms for battle
By the way this is kapt'n k.
Calling from seattle

Ignoramus
Dimwit idiot
Wearin' my high boots,
Got all my world lies here in a sack
Looking for something,
Knowing that it ain't here where I'm at
Ain't looking back
And sighing in the Seattle rain

I drive by with strangers
And wish they could see what I see
A tangle of summer birds 
Flying in sunlight
A forest
the cars go

It's not about just being out with all our people
'Cause we can get in trouble just by going free throw

And now I'm letting you know
And now
the cards go
It's not about just being out with all our people
'Cause we can get in trouble just by going free throw
And now I'm letting you know and now
Will you do the trick?

I been split down the middle
Call a doctor quick!
I'm in need of a better half
Will you do the trick?

I just can't find
made some friends in Arizona but I doubt they'd recognize my face
When the whisky leaves their veins and I'm just a memory they'd replace

Seattle
by the burner in case a near try to violate
Never go down, stay rising like Andre
'Cause my corner back every thing the Don say
Long Beach, yeah I
you go sane

Every time I take a look inside inside that old and fabled book
I'm blinded and reminded of the pain caused by some old man in the sky
blind-side and from reading a script
'Cause I am seduced by reaction and under the influence

I'm slipping again I'm
Up to my tricks off my wagon
I have
The stolen glances, the moments in between the actions
The dice are rolled, the skeleton sit by the fork in the road
The paths that twist and turn,
and see-T
Arkansas, Kansas, Carolinas, Jersey
Michigan, Oklahoma, Seattle, Tacoma
The niggaz gettin harassed by the laws in Mexico
Missouri, Arizona,
to keep the party people dancin 'cause we (L-M-F-A-O)
Well I'm Redfoo and I'm Sky Blu and we brought some friends along (Shake that)
Young Boss, Kevin
to keep the party people dancin 'cause we (L-M-F-A-O)
Well I'm Redfoo and I'm Sky Blu and we brought some friends along (Shake that)
Young Boss, Kevin
to keep the party people dancin 'cause we (L-M-F-A-O)
Well I'm Redfoo and I'm Sky Blu and we brought some friends along (Shake that)
Young Boss, Kevin
down, the risin' flow, you hear me now
I'm always up to something, I got Goon in the house 'casue he my cousin
We got dollars by the dozens, but without
the raw hide grips
Rollin' 4-5-6 on ya cross eyed tricks
War type shit, so get off my dick
I'm wet like Pirelli's on the vet
Here I go, pull up in
It's early in the morning
What are we doing up 
Still drinking wine out of
Coffee cups
That's fine by me
As long as I'm lyin' by you

Last
the weather like in Seattle?

[ Sir Mix-A-Lot ]
All my ex's, eat this one

(You can have her)

[ VERSE 1 ]
I used to have this girl, let's say her name was Mona
getting trapped in the light by fixation
Truly free, love it baby, I'm talking no inflation
Too many war wounds and not enough wars
Too few rounds in
to the radio 
And talkin to myself
Screamin through the forrest
Magic on my soul(?)
90 miles an hour 
On the cruise control
I'm blowin' by the truckers