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Albums:

Juice Head Baby: Vintage Songs About Booze and Bars 1925-1952 (Jimmy Liggins) · Juice Head Baby (Cootie Williams) · Specter at the Feast [Deluxe Edition] (Black Rebel Motorcycle Club) · Specter at the Feast (Black Rebel Motorcycle Club) · Specter at the Feast (Black Rebel Motorcycle Club) · Four Classic Albums: The Dave Pell Octet Plays Rodgers & Hart/The Dave Pell Octet Plays (Dave Pell) · Baby Baby Baby (Jimmy Witherspoon) · Baby Baby Baby (Jimmy Witherspoon) · Baby, Baby, Baby (Mindy Carson) · Blow Your Head, Vol. 2: Dave Nada Presents Moombahton (Dennis Ferrer) – and 90 other albums »


the mists of June
And the whole world is lit up by the Culver Moon

Baby don't worry 'bout Angelyne
She ain't the prettiest thing I've ever seen
Nothing
goose
And float soft kisses to my baby
(yo ain't that Dave's little girl?)
Yeah, respect her for that
She gon be somebody
Instead
take my rider by my side
We can still barrelhouse baby, on the riverside

Now you can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice run down my
'Til the juice rune
take my rider by my side
We can still barrelhouse baby, on the riverside

Now you can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice run down my
'Til the juice rune
Artist:
KLF
Album:
Single
Song:
Kylie Said to Jason
All lyrics transcribed by Dave Datta
I'm gonna leave this body now
I'm gonna leave this body now
Pineapple juice, and malibu, caribou, get them all numb
Make baby girl come
Out of her shell and raise hell
Don't stop til the cops come

half a bottle of 151
my fault

[Eminem]
I went to john's rave with Ron and Dave
And met a new wave blonde babe with half of her head shaved
A nurse aid who came to get
Well he's got her going up and down like a yo-yo
And she never feels better than ever, just so-so
Like a shrunken head on a rear view mirror
She
I'm goin' to Rosedale3, gon' take my rider by my side
We can still barrelhouse baby, on the riverside

Now you can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice
I'm goin' to Rosedale3, gon' take my rider by my side
We can still barrelhouse baby, on the riverside

Now you can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice
I'm goin' to Rosedale3, gon' take my rider by my side
We can still barrelhouse baby, on the riverside

Now you can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice
relieved-they start again
It's not a process controlled by the brain
Nothing to do with their hearts
Nothing to do with their heads
Nothing to do with their
Now here ya come baby 
With yer tail draggin` the gravy 
Y` know yer P`s `n Q`s 
What ya don`t know baby 

Is you givin` me the blues 
Ya got
Now here ya come baby 
With yer tail draggin` the gravy 
Y` know yer P`s `n Q`s 
What ya don`t know baby 

Is you givin` me the blues 
Ya got
of sand
My love for life is fueled by
The love for my man
I love his mother and
The silly mystic man
Some people think he's bad
They say he doesn't
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'Smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
hot. I want it all.

I'm gonna make you come and come. I'm gonna give you juice for
jelly.
Gonna make you come, come to me baby.

Give it to me
Countin' trumpets on the wall firey flame will kill us all 
And I hear trumpets ringing in my head before I go to sleep 
Takes me back way back
SUGAR IN YOUR COFFEE
(Ray Griff)
« © '72 Blue Echo Music »

I came downstairs and found the morning paper by my plate
A glass of orange juice
I, I know a little bitch by the name Shanelle
Always wearin' Louis, but fake Chanel
I'm just tryin' to nut like Chip and Dale
That's some funny-ass
when it heard the first blast 
And then every dumb action movie was summarily surpassed 
And the exodus uptown by foot and motorcar 
Looked more like
dead
True in the head but nigga not
As soon as I get the drop
I pull up the pop of the test
It's outta the prairie
Bitches style juice running through my
to kill me dead
True in the head but nigga not
As soon as I get the drop

I pull up the pop of the test
It's out of the prairie
Bitches style juice
girl pass you by
Look real close 'cause strobe lights lie
We 'bout to have a party (turn the music up)
Let's get it started (Go head shake your butt)