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and rolled Joe Turner's voice was very low B.B. King wailed Charlie Parker cried Louis Jordan smiled Ray Charles moaned Chuck Berry rock and rolled
He's the one who surfs in the sun Chuck's more fun than anyone Chuck's up, Chuck's up He hits the beach with golden tan He's our favorite surfing man
Hank Williams sang it Number three drove it Chuck Berry twanged it Will Faulkner wrote it Aretha Franklin sold it Dolly Parton graced it Rosa
hates That's why the lady is a tramp She goes to Coney, the beach is divine She digs the ball games and the bleachers are fine She reads Kilgallen
hates That's why the lady is a tramp She goes to Coney, the beach is divine She digs the ball games and the bleachers are fine She reads Kilgallen
a rocker way back in ´53 Buys them old records that they sell on T.V. I know Chuck Berry wasn't singin' that to me Mama, That's all right, it's
True say And now I've always been shit at computer games and your brother always beats me And if I lost, I go all cross And chuck all
to call me Chuck It's Charles and you are shit outta' luck If you think you know what happens next You think you know what happens Next time if you
True say And now I've always been shit at computer games and your brother always beats me And if I lost, I go all cross And chuck all
100,000 Rip riders from the side Blue Chuck's, blue rags, gray clouds, blue skies On the move, can't lose, Hill Street blues Niggaz gotta pay they dues
blame it on Chuckie But this is child's play, motherfucka! Aw, fuck, Chuck's on a killin' spree Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me When I
Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip [The Game] I ran outta gas in Long Beach, I'm stuck Ain't no Bloods and all I see is blue Chuck's Hopped out the '6-trey, nowhere
this is child's play... motherfucka!!! Verse 2: Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree! Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me! When I murder, I
die and the strong ball Only in Cali where we riot, not rally, to live and die In L.A. we wearin' Chucks, not Ballys (yeah, that's right, uh) Dressed
This summer will be different I will move across the town Promenade above the beach until my face turns brown With my hands in my pockets
die and the strong ball Only in Cali where we riot, not rally, to live and die In L.A. we wearin' Chucks, not Ballys (yeah, that's right, uh) Dressed
Elvis ideér! Little Richard pattan a zongora mögé, Chuck Berry gitárja csillog feketén...! Itt a Beatles, a Hollies, a Stones, itt a Byrds, itt
as the South Park Zone Talkin' shit ain't into clickin' take your punk ass home 'Cause I'm the type of nigga that'll chuck Hit you in the chest with
as the South Park Zone Talkin' shit ain't into clickin' take your punk ass home 'Cause I'm the type of nigga that'll chuck Hit you in the chest with
been shit at computer games and your brother always beats me And if I lost, I go all cross And chuck all the controllers at the TV And then you'd
the driveway And mom will have a cow Then we can head down to the surf Even though we don't know how let's go to the beach Let's go to the beach Let's go
raise the bucks Peel money rolls 'til our thumbs get the paper cuts Chill retardo, South Beach Gallardo Teals started up, go brr like it's Nardo
and Charles) Santa!! (Chuck) Hey Santa (Santa) Hello-ho-ho!! (Charles) Who's this guy? (Chuck) What's up bro? Hey listen, I sent you this note (Santa) Yes...
know I got it all Chuck Ts with the white tips, it's Long Beach when I make the call Gave us Tangarang, now it's Indigo, I be drankin' my own shit
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