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messages comme la marionnette Billy
Axel Foley veut finir tel V.Ray Billy
Je veux rester dans l'histoire comme l'enfant Billy
Joueur 1, ready, je rentre dans

Rollin'

Paul Wall

Great State Tape, Vol. 6

stuffed in my stogie
Motherfuck them Axel Foleys
Where I'm from, niggas shooting at the police
Man these fuck niggas got me screwed up
I'm like Papa

Country Pride

The Chipmunks

Chipmunks in Low Places

1992

country, they can really get to it
Country colors are shades of Sawyer Brown
Red Foley, Lee Greenwood,I love all those sounds
I get hungry for some

Foley came alive in that room.
I asked where he's from, oh man, I already knew...
Before I could stop him, he said, "D-F-W"

That's Dallas-Fort Worth for

Broly
Whip out the dick and she like "holy moly!"
She jump on that shit like her name is Mick Foley
After I leave I just know that she calling
I might

Marijuana know I was the farmer
OB Dealer need sativa
I feed it like I seed it
Choose your strain
To grow a chain a change
What set sow, horus rays
Game? You

dum
That booty go ham that booty go dum dum dum
That ass throwing punches like Ali
She the main attraction out at foleys
She got it on lock like a house

kobe
Stay with mask like I’m Mick Foley
Keep ya head down word to big homies
I come through tryna fire man
Wetting shit like a fire man
Don’t trip on me

smoking gas
Now she full of that liquor
Out in Beverly Hills
Like I'm Jethro Tull
I know the laws
Like a nigga name Axel Foley
I'm in the hood like I'm Van

жетон
Сыт игрою с лихвою
Она свята как LaVey и Crowley
Для меня lil bro твой big homie
Им предать – палец в рот не клади как Mick Foley
Cплю чтоб видеть

ready for the royal rumble
Stretch out arm leg leg arm head I'm doing yoga
Talking ancients we came naked wasn't wearing togas
Catch them sun rays

Got that dough like cannolis
Rolling up like roly poly
Cause I got that wood like Mick Foley
She was moving weird like a zombie
She off the red pill

Risk my life for this shit mick foley
Rest In Peace to the Nips and Kobe's
Blues and the oldies, swishers with a trophy
Trynna get soul my clean,

a little more slowly
If I see you on top of a cage I'll throw you off like Foley
I'm wanted
If only, I could be in
Unholy matrimony with Angelina Jolie

a mating call that the satellites were too tempted to produce
It was like foley of a vacuum or a building wood cutter
Just hearing it attach to the dish

Take It! - Featuring Roy Hargrove & Rev. H.L. Stegar
Written by: Bobby Ray Sparks II
BOBBY SPARKS MUSIC (BMI)

MIXED BY: Chris Godbey at Tiki Hill:

bury me a G when retired from life Sho-reef (shareef), skin-deep, hatred feel Easy, Mo-Be, slowly, my God fill our ghettos with the Foley's, own kind, no