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Plain White Wrapper (Harry Veygel) · Sing Sing Sing (Roberto Gatto) · Sing, Sing, Sing [Bluebird] (Benny Goodman) · Sing! Sing! Sing! (New York Voices) · Sing, Sing, Sing [Bluebird] (Benny Goodman) · Sing, Sing, Sing: Live at the Fujitsu-Festival 1992 (Mel Tormé) · Sing! Sing! Sing! (New York Voices) · Sing, Sing, Sing (The Andrews Sisters) · Sing, Sing, Sing: Live at the Fujitsu-Festival 1992 (Mel Tormé) · Sing, Sing, Sing [Bluebird] (Benny Goodman) – and 90 other albums »


to pass it on
Two years ago, I thought it'd be my last song

Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga Street
Smokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend beats
to pass it on
Two years ago, I thought it'd be my last song

Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga Street
Smokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend beats
His arched neck was hidden by a thick, flowing mane
And they called him Patanio, the pride of the plains

The country was new and the settlers were
to show me how to live.

All you people in Suassos Lane
Sing this song and sing it plain.
All you folks that's coming along,
Jump in with me, and sing
silent and lone, Maggie
Where the young and the gay and the best
In polished white mansion of stone, Maggie
Have each found a place of rest
Is built
the street jumped off
The car in 9-0 I was wearing all white capisque had my 501's, five dunkie rolls
Couldn't be saved by john the pope the m-a-c and k from
just walked in on me
And took me by surprise
Happiness surrounds me,
You can see it in my eyes
Now it was just a little while ago
My life was
I told the brook
That runs down through the valley
A secret my best friend never knew
The brook told the trees
And the trees told the breeze
silent and lone, Maggie
Where the young and the gay and the best
In polished white mansion of stone, Maggie
Have each found a place of rest
Is built
bring
I've lost my best craft
Going foolishly back
To where to Sirens sing
I've stared up at the place where the water meets the sky
And though I
I'll run to you

My bow bounces over the foamy white crest
I'll hold fast the tiller and pray for the best
And when the storm smashes my raft
on the concrete (yeah)
In front of a residence
A million white motherfuckers on my back like I shot the President

Why do I call myself a nigga you ask me?
Because
But now you´re gone
And my swan song echoes on

I walk alone, like a stranger in this town
Is it best to fail or never try at all?
I face
Of wimpish amusement,
Replaced by a rash
Of 'creative' confusement!
Soon, my brave zombies,
You'll make your return!
Broadway will glow!
Broadway will burn!
Spilled dressin’ on the vest at the festival
The best of all, had a midget Puerto Rican at my beckon call
Best believe that there was neck involved
we're all conditioned to expect
From this self-centered world of hate and regret, pain and neglect
I'm trying my best

I've had a change of heart
You have
and the white pony
On my back are bills staying off my toes always on my heels
Insane, plain, soldiers coming in the dark by plane
To enforce the new system by
and the white pony
On my back are bills staying off my toes always on my heels
Insane, plain, soldiers coming in the dark by plane
To enforce the new system by
Flex and J, on Saratoga Street
Smokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend beats
Eighty-eight, my pockets wasn't straight, but I was makin it
Niggaz like Lil'
and the white pony
On my back are bills staying off my toes always on my heels
Insane, plain, soldiers coming in the dark by plane
To enforce the new system by
worse than a woman's curse,
And what is deeper than the sea?
What bird sings first, which one's best?
Where does the dew first fall
And you and I in
me 
It don't faze me 'cause rhymes they pay 
I sing these songs till my dyin day. 
Lay stretched out flat in a cannabis coffin, 
So think of the offer
I say it, you play it
Back in your car or even portable
Stereo
Describes my scenario
Left or right, Black or White
They tell lies in the books
That
Dodging problems of the world drawn out in white chalk
Peace, Mr. Walt, I'm seein' all dimensions
But unlike your eye extensions, my vision don't blur
to the zoo 
And I'm known by the name of the Bold Johnnie Dhu 
My brother called "The Jolly Beggar" tripped over the plain 
He comes unto the farmer's doors