Lyrics:
Spent all my dough on my linens
Lack the melanin to be embellishing
Lyrical Ritalin Hellish and riddling
What the Hell is it
Just a middle man blessed by
chatty pattys and frauds adding you your salt to unbalance the sauce
And make a meal of it of course
You know the sort to think a nigga is dom for selling
ahead when I'm ahead light years
(Here, here I come again)
Gong originally, run fi the grand finally
(Have no fear, for it is only I)
I do it
I'm a cold assed nigga that
Keep shit plenty hot
My bubble goose is stocked with double truth
For you old-assed gangsters and
You troubled youth knowin
talking C Murder
Is it me or this Franck Muller or it just seem early
I'm in something low-key, steady mobbing with the thang
Cut the music down cause my
down
(It's true they've been for centuries,
walking by it and saying, you know,
London Bridge really is falling down, poor thing,
it just fell down in
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Hebrews 11:6
For so long I was depending upon
My senses and fences, I tried to ride on
And trusting in
Frank zappa (guitar, vocals, drum machine)
Steve vai (guitar, acoustic guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Roy estrada (vocals)
Bob harris (boy
him he wants to be free
He's got no one trying to help him or to save me
Raised by family but not his mom
Bobby at a young age was banished to Guam
Brenda the oldest by herself for a little while
That's 'til Joanne showed up she was the middle child
Then came Loretta next she was a little wild
Alcatraz was purchased by a white man
For 5 grand, with intentions to expand
More prisons so these correctionals ain't
For rehabilitation
They for grossing
home first I guess and then Bob and then Tommy and then Dan
By then dad's hair was turning white and I sort of had to be mama's little man
But you
home first I guess and then Bob and then Tommy and then Dan
By then dad's hair was turning white and I sort of had to be mama's little man
But you
Words and music by bob seger
I woke up with this feeling
There was something I wanted to say
So I wrote you a song.
Lately girl I've been
water drip like osmosis
I'll set the mood for ya, you know the vibes
Today, I got time for it, run Forrest
Five on me like I'm Bob Horry for the tribe
ass track I quickly program it
For others could see me, its like Smothers brothers
You get spread on bread like the butter
Peanut, what, see what, B
drummer beater
Brown sugar is sweeter beats by Peter
Like I said before, thump in my trunk
That's all I really need and
A bag of blue funk
La la la la la
This is the swingin-est place
In New York City
(Chorus line) NO SHIT!
How true it is
Me and my girlfriend, we come here
Every night looking for that
huh
I know
I know
You'll always be by my side
Uh huh
This last verse is for those who come to shows
Learn words to the verses in songs I wrote, ha!
that hover
I heard it'll make you kill a motherfucker
(don't stop girl)
I mean you gotta feel it man
She bob and weave up and down you'd be
Like "I could
Ridin blowin loud
Don't get mad ur sht mild/
Manne, It's time to turn up
b*tches reaching for da dial/
n*gga how u like me now
Gettin money by
Anything lost
Can be found again, except for time wasted
A vision without action is merely a dream
It's the action that's pride, it the hustle,
1994 but I'm 2 legit 2 quit
99 to 6 kilos was the shit
But dat were batter den roofin' dat shit be bad for ya skin
Niggas was ruthless and Lord
That she won tickets to see
The Chili Peppers play
On Ellis Island
And it was for the release
Of their new album
By the Way
And she won the tickets
By
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