Lyrics:
, twenty one, twenty two, twenty three,
Twenty four, twenty five, twenty six, twenty seven,
Twenty eight, twenty nine, thirty
Björk :
Thirty one
side,
Biggest attraction by far!
I'm just another blues of nineteen forty four,
When they start to play me they all ask for more.
Who'd ever guess
to me?
Twenty Four Seven, stay here with me
Twenty Four Seven, throw away the key
Twenty Four Seven, I don't wanna be free
You get by if you kiss
-seven
Sixty-three
Eighty-five
Seventy-four
Sixty-seven
Sixty-six
Fifty-one
Orange
Seventy-nine
Forty-two
Twenty-four
Forty-five
Sixty-ten
Six
Seven
"Bye, Mom, Bye, Spot, see you later"
1 Block, 2 Blocks, 3
My mom's still wavin' at me 4, 5, 6
The kids are all startin' to mix 7, 8, 9
I'm tryin'
-seven
Sixty-three
Eighty-five
Seventy-four
Sixty-seven
Sixty-six
Fifty-one
Orange
Seventy-nine
Forty-two
Twenty-four
Forty-five
Sixty-ten
Six
Seven
"At twelve twenty-five A.M., Wednesday
2Pac was on his way into a Times Square building
To record at an the eighth floor studio with another rapper
Said I, bye, diddly-iddly-I ?
I'm gonna get really by ?
All aboard,
All aboard,
All aboard,
Catch me if ?
Said ten, twenty, twenty
manhood has reached his sad end
With a notch an his pistol for twenty one men!
Was on a sad night when poor Billy died
He said to his friend, "I'm not
-three, forty-four
Forty-five
Forty-six, forty-seven
Forty-eight, forty-nine (it's time to get high)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I'm smokin' all day
Ain't no
manhood has reached his sad end
With a notch an his pistol for twenty one men!
Was on a sad night when poor Billy died
He said to his friend, "I'm not
the game for 20 years and I'm 40 years though?
6 A cougar, 40 years cold
40 ounce of brew, 40 this, 40 that
40 at the crap table shooting 40 stacks
40
brace
More colors than the game Simon Says
Go, 'hind me
And mami on forty-fifth she told me "I'm a les"
And she ain't like too much of dick
But give
Yes, she's thirty-six in the bust, twenty-eight in the waist
Forty-four in the hip, she got real crazy legs
You upset me baby, yes, you upset me
twenty-four drop outs
At the end of the day
Life is not what I thought it was
Twenty-four hours ago
Still I'm singing 'Spirit,
Take me up in arms
Come and meet
Those dancing feet
On the avenue I'm taking you to
Forty-Second Street
Hear the beat
Of dancing feet
It's the song I love the melody
Yes, she's thirty-six in the bust, twenty-eight in the waist
Forty-four in the hip, she got real crazy legs
You upset me baby, yes, you upset me
Viva Las Vegas
How I wish that there were more
Than the twenty-four hours in the day
Even if there were forty more
I wouldn't sleep a minute away
y'all trying to do? (What y'all trying to do?)
Twenty four karat magic in the air
Head to toe so player
Uh, look out!
(Woo) everywhere I go they be
Raping the seeds as a reprobate
I'm number one, you're number two
You've got a lot of God's work to do
In the twenties (twenties)
We'll be singing
money, forty year old phenom
My fifteen minutes of fame has stretched beyond
At forty two be better than twenty fours
I carried the 4-5, mastered 48
Viva Las Vegas
How I wish that there were more
Than the twenty-four hours in the day
Even if there were forty more
I wouldn't sleep a minute away
a knife
You can cut them with a knife
Two times two is twenty-two
Four times four is forty-four
When numbers get serious
They leave a mark on your
of the sun
When my work is done
On my pony I take a ride
Where the coyotes howl
And the varmits prowl
With my forty-four by my side
I go down that
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