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Wild Wild West [1999 Original Soundtrack] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Deuces Wild/Call of the Wild (Frankie Laine) · Wild Wild Salsa (Puerto Rican Power Orchestra) · Wild Wild Love (Pitbull) · Wild Wild Young Men (Ruth Brown) · Los Vaqueros Wild Wild Mixes (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Wild Wild Young Women (Ruth Brown) · Wild Seed -- Wild Flower (Dionne Farris) · Wild West Show: Wild in London (The Tubes) · Wild Wild West [1999 Original Soundtrack] (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


a little border town
She had to dance for money
In that dusty old saloon
I dropped a dollar in the jukebox
Played that girl a tune, yeah

Never see it comin'
Texas land, looking at the cattle and the horses runnin' wild as they can
Life was different in the old days, you just get a day's work done
When you were
of speakers thought
I shed skins of old
When I'm taught by the older
Records that I caught I get fat
In my pad I'm not bad
Not smiling passing for time to take
lonesome
And it makes me wonder how the old folks are at home

[Chorus]
Now the years have blown by me like the wind through the pines
But the song
and Deliver?
Or was it Down by the River?
Were you singing a fine old tune like Gone to Glory?
Laying it down with grace and power
Long about the midnight hour
singing a fine old tune like 'Gone To Glory'?
Laying it down with grace and power
Long about the midnight hour

I heard the people all singing
Like they'd
on the shore

Yeah, it's only gonna be about an hour or so
'Til they rip off all your mountains, boy
And that one last tired old eagle bites the sand
And all
fear as the dark raven crows
Look for guidance from the one who knows
He lived on this earth for a time and a half
Playing a tune to the old man’s
taking a chance"
We was getting up, getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl, she was asking my
getting ready to leave 
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve 
And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance

I said Jim don't do it
"Carach Fergus" and poor old "Mother Machree"
He's just thrashed his way through "Galway Bay" and "The Wild Irish Rose"
And if he starts singing "Danny
an old man's cough 
Who is tapping his foot to a tune, 
And your thighs are a ruin, you want too much, 
Let's say you came back some time too soon.
exit the old style, enter's the new
But nothing's new 'bout being hawked by a crew
Or should I say flock cause around every block
There's Harry, Dick,
Couldn't write a song, to save his soul
Ripped off an old tune, said it was his own
Low and behold, in another few days
Five star dinner, that the company
check it, exit the old style
Enters the new
But nothing's new 'bout being hawked by a crew
Or should I say flock cause around every block
There's
Stompin' out music on an old upright piano
Here comes King
That was downright ragged in a Scott Joplin way
(Here he comes, master of the stomp)

Ol' Jelly
write these tunes
And for you to stress a nigga like I?m running these hoes is outta line
Goodbye to your life, pack up your clothes and go

[Hook sung by
real. 
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine. 
Said everybody
Shine. 
See'mon."

It's not luck that I'm sittin' here 
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
Dreadlock, I send a rock from my block 
Clock wax like crack, samplin from old stacks 
That's where the soul's at, in this whole rap universe 
We kick
check it, exit the old style, enter's the new
But nothing's new 'bout being hawked by a crew
Or should I say flock cause around every block
There's
know but you don't hear me though
Yo check this out
My body collapse in the raps
And snaps like a wild mongoose in a trap
Better watch your table
Adult with a childish like arrogance
Wild ever since the day I came out I was like "merits, fuck that"
I'd rather be loud and I like swearing
From
the tune and I got to get away
Assure me that it wouldn't do to [unintelligible, 5 syllables]
No one sees me down there and no one's getting in
I got
around your dead body
Abandon ship, niggaz are ready to flip and bag a punk
They can't fight next night, twistalism by your grave sight

Over, yes, you
to the Liks, hit your ass like a tackle

Pow, bust my liquid-ass style
Peace to Mad Lib and my nigga Wild Child

Yo, put in the disc E while I hit