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Albums:

The Great Aaron Neville with the Neville Brothers (Aaron Neville) · The Very Best of Aaron & Art Neville (Neville Brothers) · Lets Get Free [Clean] (Dead Prez) · Lets Kick Some Ass (Ross Nickerson) · Lets Make This a Special Christmas (Rue Davis) · Lets Swing (Joe Girard) · Lets Start a War [Limited Edition] (The Exploited) · Lets Blaze (KO) · Lets Hear It for Broadway, Vol. 1 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Lets Go - The Cbc Years (The Guess Who) – and 90 other albums »


Get the Neville's money and blow doja with my stash on rich
And get my dick licked by the baddest bitch
Fade ya, real boy major with tough shit they
for arts
And crafts
...
That's right
I'm growing out my hair
I'm movin' out
To Cherokee
I'm gonna be
A rock star
And you will go
To bed with
Close the door lay down your attitude
Make-up rocks, 
But freedom knocks

Let me in, 
I'll show you gratitude
There is no need to pretend

She's
and never stop
Better get yourself together, let's rock, hit it run!

I, was, straight from the start performin' art
Climbin' up the chart while others fall
down the street and get jumped
Brooklyn cats like to bubble out of town no lookin back
When you a ghetto chef you mastered the art of cookin crack
Some
the hot tub near the sea

Every night at midnight
Seems the devil took control
And the hill became a parking lot
Fueled by rock 'n' roll

They were
For all the late night peoples out there
"Rock rock y'all.." 
"Rock rock y'all.." 
"Rock y'all.."  
"Rock y'all.."  
".. and let's do it!"
the way that it happened I won't consider it braggedy
A drive-by shootin that ended up a tragedy
He was shot, layin in the street dead, reasons unknown
C'mon let's go! Yeah
It's beautiful, c'mon, keep marchin'
Everybody say hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey (Hey, hey!)

Now if you got toast, you keep
Just roll the soundtrack
Let the lights dim down to blue
They've dressed their voodoo dolls 
And named them after you

Burn your every bridge
C'mon let's go! Yeah
It's beautiful, c'mon, keep marchin'
Everybody say hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey (Hey, hey!)

Now if you got toast, you keep
rock 'n' roll

They were talking by the cannon
But I couldn't believe my ears
The Russian had plutonium
The sailor wanted beers

They shook hands
doubt, I'm living it
Been claiming the set since the year found Snoop innocent
Slanging hard rock when the rap game was ran by Timberlands
Deport ya
of the earth for thousands of years
Blinded by a mad quest, made pacts with the lord of the abyss
Repayed with the supreme art of metals
The sublimation
No doubt, I'm living it

Been claiming the set since the year found Snoop innocent
Slanging hard rock when the rap game was ran by Timberlands
Turn that shit off man, what's wrong with you man?
You know we got a party man, get the other record
(Here we go)
(Let it go)
Just one more time,
Words and music by jimmy nail

You wake up in a dlfferent bed
Forgotten every word you said
Do you recognise the person next to you ?
You're sneeking
Now everybody want to ask and wonder
How the Black Eyed Peas took it from the under
From the bottom to the top
Now we make your body rock
Muthafucka
the hellons are pissing in
Position to let the snakes set the bait at heaven's gates
Mastered by pastors snatching collection plates from section eight
Why'know to hold dis microphone in my hand
I asked the man upstairs, to let me rock a crowd one day
Why'know let people out there feel the way I feel
is an art, then let me paint a picture
I'm gone, Kodak can't even frame the riddler
Gold realin', Meth, doc, Cypress Hiller
Whoever think they
said that they heard Merlin's voice. In any case, he was never seen again]

Love made a fool of me
I am betrayed by love
I let her in my secrets, my
Chicky chick ah, we puff the stuff daily 
Hey hooray bless the tray lord save me 
Take one for you two for me son pay me 
89 seven set and let out
nerves shocked
Now who's hot and who's not
I want them rocks and that money in ya two socks 
Meth the mister, if crime is an art, then let me paint
‘nasty arts’ ran my line evading cop cars
And we looked up to them like they were rock stars
Paint stained hands and fame like Manson
That’s Charles not