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Wang Dang Taffy-Apple Tango (Mambo Cha Cha Cha)

Pat Boone

The Fifties - Complete

1997

62 in 1959
-Words and Music by J. Leslie McFarland and Aaron H. Schroeder


(Ooh)
They did the Wang Dang Taffy-Apple Tango
They did the Wang Dang

Middle finger the world move like we made niggas
Every time we pull up we make motion pictures
Pop the cork on them bottles and I'ma toast with ya
We

Columbia Is Bleeding

Nellie McKay

Pretty Little Head

2006

campus
Was thinkin' how she's made it now
That successful feelin'

Walked by fast, hailed a cab
No clue that she'd passed a lab
And while she's sittin' in

make a sacrifice like Im Christ like
Before I sell it let the j taste it, pounds in a jar made by Mason, gas
Meditating by the river basin
Roll

My Story

Z-Ro

Z-Ro vs. the World/King of da Ghetto

2002

I'm able to say fuck regular weed, I get hydro by the bag
I'm the same nigga white tennis shoes, blue jeans and a white t-shirt
24/7 all day

don't work imma get my hands Dirty
Nigga I gotta be Rich by 30

Said I gotta be Rich
So I'm gone Trap
Brick by brick
Cook this crack
Make these hits
Call

stampede
Made it out of the trenches, I lost some expenses
I'm dealing with cards that they hand me, they can't command me, woah
This a heavenly thing
I'm

Klap Ya Handz

Das EFX

Dead Serious

1992

beef stew
Troop, I got the hoolahoop, baby woop, dooby-doo
Lassie boy, you made a mess, now go and get the pooper scoop
Oops, I

Instagram is tryna sensor me
This a love connection I was made for rap
My flow is tighter than my dick in hand when it's been double wrapped 
Say you

and you make my body scream
What if I told you I love you?

Grabbed you by the hand and said baby let's dance
In a chocolate factory in a place called

puttin' out they hand and I ain't tryna' feed no vulture
You don't gotta understand, I did this shit all by myself
When I'm puttin' out my hand, I'm never

all my fallen soldiers
Man, free my nigga Tooly right now
Another unlawful traffic stop murder by the hands of a bastard cop
They see the color of our

Hit the J I be moody
We met like she knew me
We left made a movie
Gave me that oo
Game me that ouchi coochie
Slide in there
Flip flop they Gucci
She

[Chorus] x2
Hey this is no lie
Me and my niggas gettin high
Yo if you look up in the sky
You might see us floating by

You see Biggie be like what's

of resulting to the  spilt blood. 
And that ain't worth saying I just made a mill son 
Cah I took the life of a mothers only real son 
(Chuckle) 
And you call

Shooters ballers and the scholarS 
Common goal is profit 
Surrounded by those who are Toxic 

I don't know what to do wit
Negas 
Left me hanging like THey

whole generation wanna die, by they own hand, suicide society
Suits and ties, the slimiest feeding us, chemical soups, but we all scientists, break it

Diamonds And Gold

Cheeto Gambine

Top of the Line

2016

Safe tryna hustle 'round here think there's money to be made
You'll get robbed by somebody underage
We don't rock brands like Vans, only J's
We don't

The Girl with the Golden Braids

Perry Como

Hard to Find Jukebox Classics 1957: Pop Gold

2008

knew you'd be mine! 

Music by Eddie Snyder 
With lyrics by Stanley J. Kahan, 1957

many hearts in gaining laughter
Since I was 6 been aiming big like JB Danquah
Amazing bars I do it off the top Kwesi Arthur

Allah, K3j3 Tema besi Accra,

remember that used to be my place
Fuck her with her poker face
Trying to keep a steady pace
Cause you don't wanna cum to early
The hair she put her hands

Kill shit like I'm Jason 
On some camp crystal lake shit 
You woke up this morning why the fuck is you complaining 
They thinking that I made it just by

Messing with my head crying out for help
Surrounded by fear and life's despairs
But today no longer the same
Christ has made a difference in my life
Yes

Les loups qui se cachent en décembre
Les loups qui encerclent la chambre
Fenêtres ouvertes les yeux qui tremblent
J'ai des rêves à rêver sur