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Knots (Mac McAnally) · Knots (Mac McAnally) · World Is Bound by Secret Knots (Noe Venable) · Forget Me Knots (Heathers) · Knots (Lisa Hannigan) · Sound Clash: The Explosive Sound System Sound! (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Luaka Bop: The Sound of Sound (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Sound of Sound (Sly & Robbie) · A Sound for All (Four) Seasons: A Selection of Jersey Harmony Sound-A-Likes (Del Shannon) · Sound on Sound (Erik Lindgren) – and 90 other albums »


Be Careful Of Stones That You Throw

-Artist: Dion
-peak Billboard position # 31 in 1963
-previously recorded by Hank William, Sr. (as "Luke
When the player from the Pointe didn't have no flow
A nigga hit me for my tennis shoes, walking to the sto'
Caught a nigga slipping, but now I lay it
I started a letter, I stared at your name
There wasn`t a line that didn`t echo my pain
There was no sound at all
But the slow lonely fall
ago
When the playa from the Pointe didn't have no flow
A n**** hit me for my tennis shoes, walkin to the sto'
Caught a n**** slippin, but now I lay
to bust a couple of rounds lately

I hope not, it's no fun getting shot
'Cause when I cock, I aim straight for the knot
I don't miss, I have a scope, no
we give up
She came on down as I took up
This driving around

Loving stand still when it's held by many days
Tearing apart those knots we tied in May
a letter, I stared at your name
There wasn't a line that didn't echo my pain
There was no sound at all
But the slow lonely fall
Of an unspoken tear

Why
admit and more than others need to know,
She hopes the knots that tie her stomach are only butterflies,
The time goes by so slow
When you're waiting
sickle cell
Damn mami, hit the L, Misses Bell got shit to tell
Sound horrific, gain a doctor, but your I wish him well
Under this damn pressure
She looked
of America, London and even Japan
And you surely will admit by bein a fan
Nobody else does it like we can
To battle us is truly a gamble
Excellence is proven by
31 flavors so call me Basket Robbins, uhh
I gets down cause i travel like sound
Grand Puba's so fast they got my picture on a Greyhound
Here goes
the present tense
No doubt, I love the sound biggin out off your jeeps
Son I want the little kids bangin big brother beats

Now check it out, and ya don't
break you off the isle
Take C.O.s hostage arab style, no surrender

We get knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriotts
Blast shots for all my niggas
You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (blaow! blaow! blaow!)
No question, I send your ass back, right to the essence
Your whole frame is
visit
Got me hoppin' fences
Droppin' rocks, but I'm survivin' from these snitches
And ain't no coppin' knots, juss coppin' Yola
Youngsta caught up in
One, and here comes the two to the three and four
Then I drop the beat I have in store
Lay dynamics on the top like a rug
Make it sound smooth
hallway
You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (blaow! blaow! blaow!)
No question, I send your ass back, right to the essence
Your whole
One, and here comes the two to the three and four
Then I drop the beat I have in store
Lay dynamics on the top like a rug
Make it sound smooth
Surrounded by the ghetto plus the fact that the brother's black
But Roger gets high -- grades on tests
He smokes -- brain cells to rest
But brothers jel on him
hallway
You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (blaow! blaow! blaow!)
No question, I send your ass back, right to the essence
Your whole
The punk funk sound to make a sane man flip
Girls rush the stage, fagots cold dip
Low to avoid the caps and blows
By the gang bangers at the B boy shows
New York throw chairs 
The punk funk sound to make a sane man flip 
Girls rush the stage  fagots cold dip 
Low to avoid the caps and blows 
By
shapes, with no clear sounds
We're lost for a short while
In the knot where love's entwined
You pour the freedom from deep inside
I drink it back like
my style shot ya knot like a stun-gun
I'm hectic, I wreck it with the quickness
Set it on the microphone, and competition get blown
By this nasty ass
You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (blaow! blaow! blaow!)
No question, I send your ass back, right to the essence
Your whole frame is