Lyrics:
on the straight with no chaser
As if for negativity we've got the vapors
Know as I love me so do I love my neighbor
'Cause we are too busy at each other's throat
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
the essence of the, the committed the crime
But ah, murder got no time
The country has no law, it's either rich or poor
I'm out the back door, I got nuttin'
stunner shades on, and a tree in my roots
I got the Chi-town swagger, and I rocks it full
Yes, Mudville, baby, we don't take no bull
We keep it rockin'
In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
And all
no other lover can
Now don't you know I treat her nice and kind
The way no other lover can
I came home the other day and she was
Suckin' off some other
kiss
Snow falling at Christmas
Like sleeping in on Sunday
Laughter we never faked
Bob Marley in Summer
One love for each other
Oh it feels like
Disappointing! I'm going to have to speak to Bob about this.
Larry: Oh look, a cebu! Cebu!
Jimmy, Jerry & Junior: Cebu!
Larry: No, wait ... that's a water buffalo.
Listen...
Nicko: I'm the one out there all on me own...
Steve: I know.
Nicko: ...I'm doing a drum solo. And I've got fuckin' talkin'...
Steve: No I
laser beaks they bite and burn the resistance
Trampled by robot legs no one thing is safe
Everyone will bow down when Bob Venke flies
Bob Venke is
a meteorite
So when the studio, no I don't need to write
Man I just came up in the game cause y'all just needed more light
So, so by the time I'm done their
1008 done turn to ashes i'm stuck inside my own madness
worst thing i could imagine started to happen
i ain't really have no daddy then i lost my
on and a tree on my boots
Got that Chi-town swagger and I rocks it full
Yes, Mudville, baby, we don't take no bull
We keep it rockin' when we move our hips
Do
you on some other shit
Oh, what a job this is
Drankin' yet I'm thinking of another rhyme
Smokin', hoping that some bad news will come some other
you on some other shit
Oh, what a job this is
Drankin' yet I'm thinking of another rhyme
Smokin', hoping that some bad news will come some other
I'll soon become a wreck
They're breathin' on my neck
Dick Haymes, Dick Todd, and Como
They're really coming fast
Who knows I may be passed
By Dick
'm saying, you know, that's the blessing. Now we can go around and look at each other and say, Oh, you got one too?! And be free. And we want to defend
Fanny J. Crosby, William H. Doane / H.G. Spafford, P.P. Bliss
Arrangement By Nicol Smith, Todd Smith, Allan Hall
In English:
Pass me not, o gentle
in his living machines
And baby Manny wrecked the city with his living tools
All is lost there is no hope as Bob and Manny smash things through
But
of question with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
When I really knew it
I am dreamin' about Texas
There's no other place I'd rather be
Cause there's nothing like those southern melodies
To burn down all the troubles in me
I'LL ScIL 'EM UP cND DOWN,
I'LL ScIL 'EM UP TO BOB CcY, I'LL ScIL 'EM UP cND DOWN,
ScIL BOcT, ScIL BOcT, ScIL BOcT, ScIL,
WRITTEN BY KIRKLcND BODIE,
some memories hold a lot of pain
When I die just carry on
No dont cry just carry on
Member nights we only had each other and we aint have no shit but we
surprise, along the Palisades
The LA skies, a night I wouldn't trade
We were dancing by the fire in the pebbles on the bay
And then when it started pouring,
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