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Olympia Brass Band/Eureka Brass Band (Harold Dejan) · Ultimate Rebirth Brass Band (Rebirth Brass Band) · Beat Aint Jammin (Chuckie Freeze) · T'aint What You Do It's The Way That You Do It (Ella Fitzgerald) · Aint' No Easy Way (Black Rebel Motorcycle Club) · T'Aint No Big Thing But He Is... (Jimmy Reed) · T'Aint No Big Thing But He Is... (Jimmy Reed) · Bunk's Brass Band and Dance Band 1945 (Bunk Johnson) · Taste of Brass for Lovers Only/Doublin in Brass (Jackie Gleason) · Burnished Brass/Satin Brass (George Shearing) – and 90 other albums »


Ain't she cute as a Daisy?
Watch the fella with the big base drum go by
Ain't you glad that you stayed?

Hear the tuba play that 'Oom Pah Pah'
Oh my
honey
Oh honey
Let me take you to Alexander's
Grand stand brass band
Ain't you coming along?

Come on and hear
Come on and hear
Alexander's
cute as a Daisy?
Watch the fella with the big base drum go by
Ain't you glad that you stayed?

Hear the tuba play that 'Oom Pah Pah'
Oh my, ain't it
black to tan, heavy-metal rhythm from a one man band
Bust my knuckles in a junkyard scuffle
Whippin' adversaries with a brass belt buckle
Born in
Things will change. 

A rock and roll singer with a rap mentality. 
It's your fault, y'all did this, 
Y'all brought this out of me. 
Doubtin' me ain't
Turn up everything til you feel it in your spine
Design by a live band to get crowds moving
The rebirth of dancing lets start the movement

Yelling
I'm the singer, I'm the singer in the band
You're the loser, I won't dismiss you out of hand
Cos you've got a beautiful face
It will take you
I'm the singer, I'm the singer in the band
You're the loser, I won't dismiss you out of hand
'cause you've got a beautiful face
It will take you
that lives behind the case
And get to give it away
My gold erupted from volcano's in the heavens
And every shrine that existed in time melting
Tombs
it, some say it's our fault
If that's the answer, you know smokin' can cause cancer
Let me drop a bracelet, leave a chain behind
My tape stay
on the streets with the beats in the jeeps 
Comin back in '94 with the raw that's against the law 
It's the G-O-D, my delivery is see-O-D 
Word is bond and bond
it for vision,
'Cause I ain't scared of no 9 foot 11 winged lizards!
I'm known as the Ripper, my soul was delivered to a wizard
For spiritual slave
I'm the singer, I'm the singer in the band
You're the loser, I won't dismiss you out of hand
Cos you've got a beautiful face
It will take you
the props
Now we out to furnish properties we own
That's right (so) cats might know we ain't home
My throne's threatened by fiends, try to do dirt
Play
little punk,
You little fucking disease,
I got H.U. tatted on the front of my arm,
The Boulevard, brass knuckles
In the back of the car,
Cause we drunk
H.U. tatted on the front of my arm,
The Boulevard, brass knuckles
In the back of the car,
Cause we drunk drive Cadillacs, we never go far,
And when
the time they shot up my mama house
12 Tried to make it my fault
Remember the time you niggas laughed at me
Said that I wouldn't bond out
You say that
some say it's our fault
If that's the answer, you know smoking cause cancer
Let me drop a bracelet, leave a chain behind
My tape stay at the beginning
Bus-a-bus, I put it down and this I get busy
(Excuse me bus-a-bus)
Full control of the city, if you aint know

By the way, the name is Puff
It aint my
Oops, my fault, that’s your team’s line
I ain’t have time, I was grindin’ real hard
People goin’ crazy, and my mama goin’ crazy but believe it or not,
down like the sheik of Iran
Gasoline CREAM wrapped in hospital bands
Model vans, Michael Davis, it's me against housing
Extraordinary pro-black, sold
than your fuckin icy 
Reaching my level is highly unlikely 
Precisely I'm the right king I be 
Why in the sam hell would you take it upon yourself
"What's up," "How you"
Now it's "Homie," "Who the heck" and "Why he lookin' at you?"
It really blows my mind how we changed our direction
As the years go
the video games
Brothers used to speak "What's up," "How you"
Now it's "Homie", "Who the heck" and "Why he lookin' at you?"

It really blows my mind how we
Oops, my fault, that’s your team’s line
I ain’t have time, I was grindin’ real hard
People goin’ crazy, and my mama goin’ crazy but believe it or not