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Love Shack

The Chipmunks

Club Chipmunk: The Dance Mixes

1996

If you see a faded sign by the side of the road that says
15 miles to the, Love Shack! Love Shack yeah
I'm headin' down the Atlanta highway, lookin'

I'm go carting
Side by side, no parallel parking
It's just one drive out, one maximus
They say I'm a thug
Yeah, i play the field like I'm Verratti

Uh-huh
Check it
Ay
Ay
Yeeeaaahhhhh
And I
I need a field trip from my mind
I feel trapped all the time
And I’m done waiting in line
By any means
I

HTB da gang
Lil nigga we with the sleep team
We pulling bitches
Weaves out summer 19
Trip on the gang get knocked out your shit
Aye, I'm finna light

gang gang
But they don't bang like mine
(Fa real)

Ugh
Big bank dripping off this sauce
Slim Kuntree motherfucka I'm a self-made boss
Got it all from

This How We Eat

Too Short

Chase the Cat [Clean]

2001

or the stainless steel
Pushin' Holt's high-heels when we bang the field

With the heat out, jack the whole hood with G-clout
Invisible perimeters for niggaz to keep

I was on the field like Bedding
(Dead 'im, dead 'im, dead 'im, dead 'im)

Big Mike, I'm handling my weight
Big Mike, I'm standing with the greats

In my headphones
Homie I bang a little bit of Big, little bit of Pac in there
In my headphones
Keep me a little Hov, little Face, little bit of Nas

Take Me Back

Van Morrison

Hymns to the Silence

1991

summer
And the sky was blue
And you didn't have no worries, you didn't have no care
You were walking in a green field
In a meadow, through

No surprise I'm from a gang bang culture
But we can keep it civil or
Pull a thang thang on ya
Southern California where the sun don't quit

“Big Bang Blues”
Words & Music written by Paul Duke 
© 2020 Formerly Saul Music BMI all rights reserved


Verse 1
A guess in time but a toss

Thrive

Newsboys

Thrive

2002

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

at we'll
Thank a 30-something Summers and I'm still in the field, bitch
If you kill to be killed, we killin' for real
If you killin' at will, we still in

the place calmly
I shell it with ease
Big badda man i yam these beats
Eat them up then i blaze some cheese
Then i hit field and i chill with the gs
Yeah i

Big whip big fit big hits that’s cap
I ain’t even close to where I wanna be just yet
Big dreams wanna bill it like goat
Need to put in the work I

For that white powder
A deuce deuce will leave little holes
In your top like salt shaker
Then I'll finish it off with a big cap
On your head like a park

melon in now
With a pistol so big yo it could lift
A hippo and knock an elephant down
Akh, I punch a lot, I'm tellin' you now
And that fake-ass ice that

Make sure the tires on the whip wiped down!
From blocks and blocks away you could hear the boom, blam, bumble!
Yo, we're gonna kick it once!

Bi-big

really bang with me
We be in the field, offsides, fuck the penalties
On the block we hanging out
Told them bring them glitzy out
Foe nem let that bitch

all summer I can't sleep I been too sauced
Lemon haze smoking under rays imma big boss
State to state I'm on the way
Turn up and I get to ballin
They

look like
Bitch I'm only pourin' Wock' or Tris
You be dyin' sippin'
Niggas really broke as fuck
Why I don't mind niggas
Bang on all on a nigga block
They

naughty (get naughty)
In the field yeah I can let them get by me

All of these racks I got no change
Pocket of hoes ain't no complaints
Putting some

this bitch and you know I'm The man too, Rock in rolling just Like band do
Locked in loaded trigger finger bang Too
I got these dreams nigga like big

my gun in
Waitin for you to come in
I'm comin with that Bang Bang Bugaloo
Hey stop lookin at me, hater
Or it's gonna be "damn, I ain't look at you"
Now