Search results for 'Fountain City Brass Band'

Make it bounce quick, make it bounce quick
Got me wishing, like a fountain, like a fountain
Do ya thing, break it down then, break it down then
You

city gave you brass and bounce and make it work
Gave you Juvie, Wayne, B.G. and that boy Turk

What kinda city make you bounce, show your footwork

you want
It's your time
Big city
Big dreams
Big lights

Brass back at it, he ain't missed one in a while
He keep speedin like you runnin through

plans
Skadoo out the city with a hunnid bands
Better watch yourself and your mans
End your day wit my 17 clip cannon

Slugga bang boy with the brass
Steel

Big bands got me Poppin
I don't own a rollie so this shit is perfect timing
I remember days in the kitchen eating ramen
Had my composition, and was

Colds and cockles and thunderstorms, place on the wireless and now
Grandfather clocks and coke and brandy, fountain pens and Beano and Dandy
That's what I

New York Boy

Neil Diamond

Neil Diamond

1970

want the mayor to come
Or a big brass band to greet me
But then the reception I got
Well it wasn't what I had in mind
People gawkin' at me
Like I'm

in my door

This club revolves around you, kid
Everybody in the city feels it
You got the band spinnin' twisted
By the way you move
This club revolves

100 Bands, 100 Bands
Count it out by the two
Runnin' man, runnin' man
Slow Chopped and Screwed
100 Bands, 100 Bands
Count it out by the two
Runnin'

In the Wide Ruin

David Crosby

Oh Yes I Can

1989

By Craig Doerge, Judy Henske

There was a city
In this desert
Shining with fountains
And pools of clear
Sweet water.
So many clouds
Of white birds

We'll play in every city 
In this God forsaken land
We'll be Kings of the mountain
We'll be Lords of the sky
We will drink from the fountain
We will open

the marching band.

Eleven dancing girls in the pink and blue
And they're smiling
The sun's on the new polished brass.

Half a dozen flutes and the lonely sound

the bando, come up in this game and make about a 100 bands though

Drip, drip, drippin’ like a fountain
(Drippin’ like a)
Fuck who count us out we busy

Love Story

Liza Minnelli

The Collection

1998

I like your bother, I like your mother
I like you and you like me too
We'll get a preacher, I'll buy a ring
We'll hire a band with an accordion,

Drippin like a fountain
Tryna get to the islands
Rain be the climate
3 pointer like a rocket
Team on a comet
So you know we keep it rockin
Nap be

Fasho
Yeah yeah Fasho
Yeaaaah Fasho yeeeah Fasho TooMuch! Fasho
Riding in the city feeling like I'm worth a million yeah
Fasho TooMuch! Yeah yeah

go by
I guess the spirit must have passed you by

Christmas is all around us as I'm sure you well know
Got the carol singers singing and the brass band

Riding around the city with
A quarter million dollars
Quarter million dollars
Quarter Million Dollars
I just hit a juug for
A quarter million dollars

Bad Girl

Don McLean

Tapestry

1970

It's the only toy I ever wanted
 Won't you take me for a walk in the park?
 I love the big brass band
 And the chestnut stand
 And that sad old man

And it sound like
Look
Gotta get this money, man
Gotta stack a hunnid' bands
Young nigga I do my dance
This shit, it wasn't planned
I get it, we

under a dim lighting
Not a single seat is left empty
And as soon as the band starts playing
Everyone listens quietly
The music floats from the brass

look at me, you know she smile.
nigga talk, I'm finna spaz, beat his ass and kick him out
Senior year I got that brass, you hopping and I bust your mouth

you can live private
Dreams of living on islands
With yo practice you got bands, go ahead and retire
Met you out in the city
Blazing record hot summer

Love Story

Billy Vaughn

The Best of Billy Vaughn [Drive]

2005

I like your mother
I like your brother
I like you
And you like me too
We'll get a preacher
I'll buy a ring
We'll hire a band
With an accordion