Search results for 'Hawk Springs, WY'

Mafia Lane

Bloods & Crips

Bangin' on Wax, Vol. 2: The Saga Continues

1994

nigga
West Sider, see-K Riders
You know I'm sayin', all that shit
What's up be	-Brazy?
Uh

[LIL' HAWK & BIG WY]
Nigga, tell 'em where you from
West Side

Ek gee nie meer om nie, nie tyd vir jou negatiwiteit nie
As jy beter weet wat om te doen staan op en wys my hoe
Staan op, staan op, staan op en wys

(Kan ek klap en spring)

Om die Here te prys (Om die Here te prys)
Is om Hom te wys (Is om Hom te wys)
Hoe bly ek oor Hom is om die Here te prys

Om die

ziehen, und trage die Last, um nicht niederzuknien

Und ich lauf, lauf, lauf immer schneller, und ich schrei, schrei, schrei immer lauter, und ich spring

Eines Tages, wenn wir alt sind
Schauen wir zurück, wies einmal war
Schreib unseren Namen an die Wände
Lass sie wissen wir waren mal da
Auch wenn wir

And mist that wraps up like lace
Spring morning sunshine
A crimson dawn
That's as soft as a drunken face
And watching the hawks on a hidden stairway

All

Laat wy, loop,loop,loop,loop
Laat wy, stoot, stoot, stoot,stoot”

 “Geld maak is n yster ding, ons denk soos die duitsers denk (walakasha daar)
Maak plan

The cycle arrives on Spring
And pups are roaming around their new world and
New life abounds and I can see the correlation to my own life
Moon's

Gangsta Shit

Bloods & Crips

Bangin' on Wax, Vol. 2: The Saga Continues

1994

[BIG WY]
Yeah
That gangsta-ass shit
why-G
why muthafuckin' G's
WOOP! WOOP!
Let these niggas know man
That's right, nigga
Yo punk, what's up fool?

Night Rider's Lament

Nanci Griffith

Other Voices, Other Rooms

1993

came back
She made the perfect professional's wife

[Chorus]

They've never seen the northern lights
Never seen a hawk on the wing
Never seen

unfroze, real spring)

White light shines towers up in gold
Hawk flies low, strikes like my pose
Three stars dance over the globe
Life unfolds, faith

and the clean hill top air!

And hear the call of the wilderness roar,
the hawks they circle and soar,
the beast roams from tor to tor,
On the moor.

Different

sing for the thaw to take 
And I will sing, oh, for the spring to come 
Oh, oh-oh, yeah (for the spring to come)
Oh, oh-oh, yeah (for the spring

Krag wys jou 'n ystervuis
Blus jy die vure of bly jy sleg?
Jy mag al later jou vuurtjie blus

Bring die water dat ons die vure blus
Spring in die water,

Wepa, wepa (zumba) 
DJ Urba, Monserrate, este es El Tío, jaja (mano' arriba)
Wepa, wepa
De WY records, El Tío, Yandel, vamo' a demostrar como se

You can boss up come and bring some company
Don’t let me fall just let it rain like the spring
Fuck with me shawty you know we got history
Feel like

feet)
Designer on my jeans clean like Irish spring (Irish spring)
Designer on my jean's designer on my tee (my tee)
My body designer I'm rocking designer

Dis hoe ons rol

Ek het dit, jy het dit, ons is gebore met dit
Ek voel dit, jy hoor dit, maar wat ons wil verloor dit
Spring op spring af volg die

Wepa, wepa (zumba) 
DJ Urba, Monserrate, este es El Tío (mano' arriba)
Wepa, wepa
De WY records, El Tío, Yandel, vamo' a demostrar como se hace

uit spring toe jy antwoord en sê ja

En ek wil jou vashou tot die einde van dae
Ja ek wil jou vashou tot die wêreld vergaan
Ek wil die wêreld wys net

Night Rider's Lament

Chris LeDoux

Chris Ledoux and the Saddle Boogie Band

1991

ain't never seen a hawk on the wing
They've never spent spring on the Great Divide
And they've never heard ole' camp cookie sing

Well I read up

stom, wy komme út Tsjom
Jim bin yn jimme sas, wy hyte Folgas
Gean no mar my yn'e tent, nei dizze nije band
Spring mar op en del en hin en wer
Gjin tekear,

and the wings of hawks in spring

I'm taken back
By winds that touch
I'm taken back
By beauty shown
I'm at a loss
For the words I've known
I'm windblown

I lay my

singsong, my love
Green grass, blue sky above
The spring was tough
De-power the corrupt
Ignore the hawks and doves
Singsong, my love

Hello, betrothed
As our