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Albums:

Miss Congeniality [DVD]/Miss Congeniality 2: Armed and Fabulous [CD] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Swamp Dogg Presents: Miss Rhythm & Miss Blues (Ruth Brown) · Miss Miss (Benjamin Biolay) · Shoot from the Hip [Bonus Tracks] (Sophie Ellis-Bextor) · Shoot This [Japan Bonus Tracks] (Motor Ace) · Shoot from the Hip (Sophie Ellis-Bextor) · Shoot le Pianiste (Les Amuse Girls) · Shoot the Moon: The Essential Collection (Face to Face) · Shoot The Moon (Pinhead Gunpowder) · Shoot Out the Lights [Deluxe Edition] (Richard Thompson) – and 90 other albums »


Pin wheel, pinwheel
Spinning round and round
Pinwheel, pinwheel
Lift a boy off the ground
Carry me across the city
Wind won't let me down

Li
our love
Is so real just by fears in my eyes
I can still feel you near

Li da li ooo li la li ei

All I need's a little time
To embrace what I must face
it to me now
Give it to me now

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down, to the down
a blizzard
Christmas bout to miss ya when you fucking with this nigga

( Lil Italy/Ghetto commission )

LI: now that's power
GC: cancel your check with no i.d.
away
And live it like it's the first day
Of the rest of your li-ife

Just stopping by
To let you know what's up
Give you a call to see what you're doin'
to see Miss Nellie Bly"

She cried, "Hold me back
Hold me back, take away my gun
Hold me back, hold me back
Somebody, won't you please hold me back
demi, passaient mes demis,
Injection, shoot, puis pêche
Moi je n'avais rien qu'un nombre relatif la dèche
Un soir je mange des lychees, lis Nietzsche
found, rush like mad,
Put her on a launching pad,
Down at Cape Canaveral,
And shoot my cutie,
My supersonic beauty,
Send me back my Martian gal.
as long as my arm 
Shoot everybody ever done me harm. 

Got a thirty-special in a forty-five frame, 
I can't miss 'cause I got dead aim. 

Railroad
Doug and Sally inside
They're cooking for the down five
Who're staring at Miss Rayon
Who's busy licking up her pig pen
I'm searching for my
Duck and Sally inside
They're cooking for the down five
Who're staring at Miss Rayon
Who's busy licking up her pig pen
I'm searching for my
the party"

Back in black plus a new track
And I won't quit till your ears blow from feedback
When I shoot I never miss
And if I played the guitar I'd
of the ceremonies
Blessin' emcees (lip professin' emcees)
From LI to Brooklyn to Cinncinnati, Hi-Tek and Kweli got this on lock D
(Let me hear you scream out loud) if
of the ceremonies
Blessin' emcees (lip professin' emcees)
From LI to Brooklyn to Cinncinnati, Hi-Tek and Kweli got this on lock D
(Let me hear you scream out loud) if
Doug and Sally inside
They're cooking for the down five
Who're staring at Miss Rayon
Who's busy licking up her pig pen
I'm searching for my
and flesh
Keep you alive until you pray for death
Drawn in the corner disembowel until there's nothing left
Saudi Arabia amputation for petty death
Li
off I'mma start by saying this, ayy
All headshots if you think you could take my bitch, ayy
And I'm too turnt, when I shoot, swear I won't miss, ayy
on the front porch
Reachin' out with open arms
This woman's out to get me
Shoot the dog and sell the farm

I was a white line casanova
A love bandit
wolf.
They like to shoot at me but they miss. 
Yeah I'm a lone wolf and I ain't never been trapped, 
And God help the people that think they got me
someone's gonna miss you
There is always someone who needs you here so put the knifedown
Take a gun instead

So go ahead and shoot me redemption
Doug and Sally inside
They're cooking for the down five
Who're staring at Miss Rayon
Who's busy licking up her pig pen
I'm searching for my
Yes, a fact, a black nine mil is what I pack
In the front of my waist, right next to my bozack
A safety for the suckers that hate me
I haven't had
to shoot That's what they say 
Something tells me they like to shoot 
Something in the eyes of the ones at the road block 
Where they searched the car
you
Fuck him!

Bet you he don't do it like I do
Catch him off side riding I shoot "pop, pop, pop!"
Girl, come back to the crib
To the bedroom, baby, I
by my city
Lick up on the candy shop like I'm fifty
Look your girl, she went on ride like I'm jiggling
She wanna cuff me then [?] gonna get me
You