Search results for 'Robert White'

Fireball Roberts

John Hiatt

The Open Road

2010

white and red
Gotta a 57 Ford baby
Painted Fireball Roberts white and red
 
Gotta a 57 Ford baby
Painted Fireball Roberts white and red
I haven't

specially coated
I visit the pawn shop
And I buy a few records
Robert Johnson and a white lighter
Hit the mix and make it tighter
I visit the pawn shop
And I

Sunday  
    		Music and Lyrics by Tita Farrar
		Work for hire Production: Robert White
Mixing and mastering with additional programing: Mike Parlett

me
If you love me show me
Fake love I don't show it
I'm a Real one true story
They be shootin shots like Robert horry
White runtz to the face I'm

Mississippi

Hans Theessink

Delta Time

2012

Big Joe Williams, Bukka White, Robert Johnson, Jimmy Reed 
Sam Chatmon, Ishman Bracy, Tommy Johnson, Skip James 
John Lee Hooker, Elmore James,

My People

James Ingram

The Art of Love & War

2007

Smith, Charles White
Pele, Romare Bearden
Robert Mugambi, Gordon Parks
Omar, John McLean

Mariam Makeba, Susan Taylor
Soul II Soul, Tom Bail
Antwan

Robert Downey
These white girls they love to party
Sniffin' adderal and cocaine sippin' mad dog spray champagne
Goin' hard yeah we just livin' don't worry

Mississippi

Hans Theessink

Johnny and the Devil [Flying Fish]

1989

Big Joe Williams, Bukka White, Robert Johnson, Jimmy Reed 
Sam Chatmon, Ishman Bracy, Tommy Johnson, Skip James 
John Lee Hooker, Elmore James,

denk tactisch.
Prins Moncler, Adju Off-White en Robert Spijker.
Voor hun is het nu toegestaan om 's nachts chickies te pakken.

Want hier in Turfgat doe

calling me poppa (Calling me poppa)
And I hang with the shootas and robbers (Yeah)
(Yeah) My white girl on Julia Roberts (Yeah)
I can go on and on (On)
She

Watch me climb mountains
That's why I'm slight slouching
White girl
Robert Jr how I'm downing

We ain't made for the real world, we're made for love

We can split the world in one and zero
In black and white like Robert De Niro
Driving around

cost (Fuck the devil)
Eat you from the back let me nail you to the Cross (Fuck the devil)
Squeeze out all the juice you can call me Robert Frost (Frost

Gloria Trevi y Alain Delon,
Skid Row, Magic Johnson, White Man, Robert Plant,
Juan Luis Guerra, Dyango y los Duran Duran,
Spin Doctors, Billy Idol, Iggy

the cameras, but them shits all around me
Got a bougie bad bitch from PG County
Went to five-star cities, started five-star dining
White plug named Robert, no

told you like I got attitude
Looking at you like Al Pacino
Style so white
So what like Robert DeNiro
And I’m black like a Negro
Look I didn’t come

secure 
What if 
We didn't have racism 
This black and white thing didn't exist 
What If
Rosa Parks 
she don't got up off that bus
Tell Me what would have

flip that, get from 'round me
It could be black and white
You keep pretending, Robert Downey
And Grandma always told me
Keep your head and watch all your

Jones

White lace, black rose
Robert Johnson took you to the crossroads 
Red pills, dead pool
Who'd a thought that rock & roll could be so cruel

Sad

I'm trying to still grab microphone with both of my hands pulverized
Robert Ford, this shit Robert Ford
It's getting Robert Ford
This shit Robert Ford

White boy, no tattoos; do it big, no Shamu
All I do is win, I can't lose; like Ludacris, make that ass Move
Move! Like CNN, I'm bad news
I'm Head

over town
With your white teeth and your pink sneaks
Oo, you got that style
But what goes on when the curtains come down
What 'cha hiding from me

You

squares still banging Robert Earle
Cup full of syrup, crowded like a squirl
Fashion Week in Paris, cop the Off White furs

afford it
Big shots i'm Robert Horry


[Verse 1]
Porsche, automatic
Off-white love life live lavish
Looking over Biscayne Bay, thinking bout' the times