Lyrics:
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A. Maddalone, B. Piselli
Nature
A representation of God on earth
I. Am. A. Queen.
Words & music A. McKnight and Randy Barrett, ©2007 Catalooch Music and Jolly Mountain Music, BMI
Verse 1
There's a hole in the sky, where the sun
him just like A. Rodgers
I had nowhere to run to, I feel like Vince Carter
I pull up in a old-school like I'm not able
Bro shoot that heat like he
T.A.B, la Secte, le M.Ä.,les R.C.A.,
les Chauds Lapins, la Clinque et mon Secteur Ä.
Sarcelles, Garges, Villiers, P.L.C: là étaient mes pas.
J'ai trimé
[music: M. Roderer, T. Bauer / lyrics: A. Krull]
referring to an old book
One thousand words - one lie
Lost in self-adulation
Your self-regarded
[music: T. Bauer, M. Roderer, M. Schwarz / lyrics: A. Krull]
frozen minded out of the ashes
See my face in the dust
manic structures, human madness
Executing anarchy OK!
I got a.
Unfortunately time is geared
To spin around the centre clock,
Not as if you give a shit
Or give a fuck or care a lot.
Riding
don't think that for you I don't care.
Fate may have driven us all separate ways,
But can't sever ancestry - splice D. N. A.
If life seems a road
From a phone booth in Vegas, Jessie calls at Five a. m.
to tell me how she's tired of all of them.
She says, "Baby, I've been thinking 'bout
Check check one two on the boom shot
Here's the one on the gun in the street spot
Little boys in the hood far from L A.
Got the heat on the street
whales do blow.
From Gale Huntington's book- Songs the Whalemen Sang. Collected
From logbook of Ship Bengal, journal of Ira Poland, 1832.
Recorded by A. L.
bound and gagged
Hate race is run, stick a fork in hate's done
Hate disappears, ain't heard hate in years
Hate's got no place in the U.S. of A.
you resemble George A. Romero character in reality
Bring your big posse
You'll be a bunch of fertilized faggots, like Versace and Liberace
Get
And this chick is making a withdrawal on the highway
The A. Jackson to the B. Franklin I'm thankin'
For Chevy and Lexus, I'm reckless. Running over deer in
don't fuck wit' A. Jones,
Kill you while you talkin' to broads on pay phones
Sick flow, I know how to get dough. ("Yeah.")
Ski mask outta ya house
raison, le Rap, see'était fait pour moi,
Avec STOMY et les autres on pousse le Secteur Ä.
Ah ! au fait, il why a aussi le Bisso Na Bisso,
Un son sur lequel
and having a blast
I was having the best time of my life
(chorus)
At the P. A. R. T. Y. (why) didn't you come with me
None of my friends were hangin
Turn on my V.C.R.
Same one I've had for years
James Brown on the T. A. M. I. show
Same tape I've had for years
I sit in my old car
Same one I've
le secteur Ä.
DAYE, PASSI, ici, tu suis sans souci,
Nominés aux premiers prix sans surprise, mon stère-Mini
On monte sur le podium, nos smokings sont
of an angel.
There was never any doubt,
When you're in you're always out,
With the grace of an angel,
With the grace of an angel,
With the grace of a.
Aha, ahah,
Verse A:
I will be there for the wake up and take you back with me.
I will wake up with a smile, just for you.
Verse A.
I've seen the visions
Spin the 4U, yo hey deejay.
We come to play! We come to play!
Kids of the U to the S to the A.
Mix, mix, stop now move around.
Mix, mix, stop now
Well, I'm a man who lives in the city.
I'm a man who lives in the street.
From F. L. A. up to Frisco bay and ev'rywhere in between.
Well, coast
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