Lyrics:
Yo, can I hear this record by Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock?
Hey, man, you sure you wanna hear this, man?
You sure about that, man?
Alright
Right
solo
Riding shotgun in my brother Fase low-low
On my way to school, having shoot outs with the cholos
If it wasn't them, we getting jacked by the popo
I love to sit and watch
The cars go by
As I'm in my favorite row,
Row 9
My friend said to me
That songs held many memories
My friend said
Her life
Inch by inch, row by row
Gonna make this garden grow
All it takes is a rake and a hoe
And a piece of fertile ground
Inch by inch, row by row
als ob ich im Kino wär
Es fiel mir nie so schwer
Ich musste die Lyrics auf den Punkt bring'n
Denn ich wollte werden wie
Biggie Smallz aus Brooklyn
Und
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Make sure nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row
Bob praise be to Nero's
lyrics like a D-valve
Speak up, a deeper meaning as I leak out
And seek out, a three the hard way endeavor
Pete Nice, search, produced by Sam Sever
lyrics like a D-valve
Speak up, a deeper meaning as I leak out
And seek out, a three the hard way endeavor
Pete Nice, search, produced by Sam Sever
(Pink Tony)
Rock tha boat, row and row out in Hyogo
Move fastah than movin' slow
Taiichi Ohno tha flow
In Kyoto that's how it go
My ninjas been by
Who's got lyrics, who's got bars
Who can stay up in the sky like stars
Who keeps spitting the bars and don't run out
We're the last of the old school
figure in fashion many are
Put off by his front-row ubiquity and
Often surly behavior West clearly
Relishes his role
As a cultural lightning rod where
the average though
Jet you through the fast lane
Drop ya on death row
Cause anybody who's been there
Knows that life ain't so lovely
On the blood-soaked
pockets fat though, fatter than fat Joe
Yeah its a facto, they in the back row
You a fiasco, my lyrics Van Gough
This ain't your mission, times up you
I'm new to the game
Call me the latest
Saying shit they won't say
Call me the bravest
Getting better by the day
I'm trying to be the greatest
Either
used to reign
And all her subjects followed her, calling out her name
Some conspired against her, and vowed to steal her crown
Their lyrics slowly
Yeah, I'm giving it over
Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music
Zainab
Khudaya me az row sorui jahan
Copyright by Ruhool Ahmad Kawa via Distrokid
Uh, uh
I got that real good, feel good stuff
Up under the seat of my big black jacked up truck
Rollin' on thirty-fives
Pretty girl by my side
To the Youth (Til Ungdommen)
Original Norwegian lyrics by Nordahl Grieg (1936)
English translation by Solveig Tofte (2022)
Faced by your
"Ah HEY, all--"
"Attention, ladies and gentlemen" *cut and scratched*
[Evidence] (Iriscience)
Expand and Dilate, so by the end of the night
When we
Uh, uh
I got that real good, feel good stuff
Up under the seat of my big black jacked up truck
Rollin' on thirty-fives
Pretty girl by my side
Chorus:
From what I was told niggaz say I'm a hit No Limit like Pac,
Hit Death Row and make some mon', now dance hoe
And blow, up like the world trade
Who wants to swim, swim, swim in the open seven seas
Will be killed and devoured by sharks
So my swim, swim, swim zone is only Caribbean
Where
[Chorus: x2]
When I say Sunz of, you say Man
(Sunz of Man, Sunz of Man)
When my lyrics touch the frozen, you frost the lost
As I've rosen out
.jpg/300px-Lyrics_Born_(Australia,_2008).jpg "Lyrics Born")
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