Lyrics:
rolling on
She's bundled up all her golden clothing
And swore Lord Baker she would go find.
She's travelled East and she's travelled West
Until she
A Stargazer Am I
It Seems That I Was Born
To Chart The Evening Sky
They'd Cut Me Out For Baking Bread
But I Had Other Dreams Instead
This Baker's Boy From
To chart the evening sky
They'd cut me out for baking bread
But I had other dreams instead
This baker's boy from the west country
Would join the Royal
rolling on
She's bundled up all her golden clothing
And swore Lord Baker she would go find.
She's travelled East and she's travelled West
Until she
sky
They'd cut me out for baking bread
But I had other dreams instead
This baker's boy from the west country
Would join the Royal Society
We are
sho' improve
Got college on the coast and I'm makin' plans
So hip hip went and told me go west young man
It was a different kind of style but I liked
down
This weather we're having is nuts
We've got a fierce cold wind coming in this evening from Cleveland
It'll come in from the West around 5 pm in
brushin' on the Baby Phat
Long nails now, now let me go and scratch that
It's nothin'
Got baker's dozen
Off of 42nd hittin' up the early Dunkin'
One black
the beat dan tong get
Tropi California love west side ITS a bad
Kas baguling mcam bola
Talingkar dipoaaaa...
Gangst* party Lets get it on, yes you know
shopping center
Unkle Adams in the back
Smoking on some crack, aw man
West, north, south, east
We in the east
At Bakers Delight
Gonna get a feast
At Bakers
1500, let's take 'em back
Yeah, Bigg Snoop Dogg hustle Boyz
You better check yo self before
The wreck yo self (yeah)
West Coast
So come
sky
They`d cut me out for baking bread but I had other dreams instead
This baker`s boy from the west country
would join the Royal Society...
We are
mode again
Im on the West side not the best side, but its the best high
It's the Red side
Where Im from the water dirty its some Red tide
Im a blessed
Chi-town born, Baker st. raised
West Coast Made. Moral I don't play
Don't care what they say, can't throw off my cool
I do what I choose
I don't
The Milky Way is cmerican made, Sell your soul by day and buy it back at night by starlight, It is still yesterday on Baker Island, It is tomorrow in
The Milky Way is American-made Sell your soul by day and buy it back at night by starlight It is still yesterday on Baker Island It is tomorrow in
a non-redacted usage
AGENT ABLE
Property is theft
DOROTHY
That's the Marxist tea shop
The one on West Street
They serve English tea
It's a joke
It's called
I could take a baker's job
By the way I make this bread
Of course we live to stack
Cause it's "Get rich or you're dead"
First was in my head
Now
Leicester Square
Goodge Street baker Street
Bond Street warren Street
Old Street liverpool Street
Edgware
West Acton west Harrow
West Finchley kew Gardens
kibaszom a Marleyt...
Az útszéli kurvát lepofozom, a smink máris mállik!
GARAGE BASZOD! Mi nem szartunk, akármi volt
East coast - West coast,
the baker's thumbs
I bake the cake, get two of them for one
Then I move the weight like I'm Oprah's son
Uh, I'll show you how to do this son
Young don't mess
into Market Street
His badge upon his chest
His name was Ernie
And he drove the fastest milkcart in the west
Now Ernie loved a widow
A lady known
down
While things cool down
On the east side
Get ready for the show down
Coz this is no town
For anyone but Mari
Mariposa
Marihana
Mari
Mariposa
Mari oh
[Intro]:
We in the studio, they don’t know we finna record
So, let’s go
Ooo, is that CTB?
[Hook: CTB Mari]
No, I can’t snooze
Females trynna mess up
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