Lyrics:
Chucks
Brooks Buford, Danny Boone
crawlin' all up in your womb
I want somebody now
to come lay down with me
I got that dirty South
and girl I aim
drinking 40's an Boones
Out at 2 One ounce left so I'm burning holes in my head
I turn around fools are looking at me like they want me dead
Words were said
and that Boones farm bottle of red you took everything but the forever sign that hangs above where there used to be a bed two night stands and the books you
nach Otown
Frisch Import - fick das Surup
Frankfurt: hierher kommen Kunden aus Holland
Du willst mich ficken?
Komm ran, boone chance
Ich stopf
doe
Keep it to your Jack Jones
They ain't got no Back Boone
These shells leave your Back blown
Ill Never rat if I get grabbed bro
If you do a mazza
what you told me
On the day when I left you alone
"The grass is always greener were you water it"
I was restless to the boones
A wise man from
like noon
Feel my pain on tracks I zoom
My Ahk need his shot on percs like Boone
I could go pop get ya popped ballons
I could get locked lay you down
because I got stood up
But still got some box the big screen when she looked up
Went back home to write raps off boone farms and that damn Paul Masson
Zorro
J’avais tout l’kit, du chapeau d’poil au coat de peau
Aujourd'hui, c’est Daniel Boone le nouveau héros
Ça m’a fait d’la peine, non!
J’ai pas trouvé
from the back
I want to smoke me a blunt with cheech and chong, niggas get fucked up all night long
I want a check on Friday to buy some boones a fresh
ballin' like Scottie Pippen
I be steezin', like Aretha Franklin
I be singing to these hoes
Like I'm Frank Ocean
Gold chain and you know it's Aaron Boone
wonder on
I wondered what had made her wander on
Just then i saw my buddy daniel boone
And he said let me tell you what i think
Think we should take
a product to sell and cannot be consumed
Coming attraction its coming real soon
Prince is having lunch with Pat Boone
Want to know where all the bullshit goes
nigga, fuck a motherfucking Mike Boone, nigga, I rip this shit, nigga
I'mma put that gangsta twist on a nigga (let's go)
Get that shit down, check it
and we were Daniel Boone and Davy Crockett
Fort Apache in the orchard 'cross the street
out all day zoomin' 'round like rocket ships
my mama'd only call us
and Pat Boone
I roll with a whole platoon of phat goons
Who keep the hair on their backs groomed with a Vidal Sassoon
Pick up the phone just to get
Mhaare Tann Pe Kaante Laage
Asuvan Moti Choon Choon Dijo Maala Boone Hum Saaje
Kirnon Se Moti Rangana Re Rangana Re
Kangana Re Kangana Re
Chhan
Garfunkel, Artie
Babyshambles, Zita Swoon
Paul and Paula und Pat Boone
Patti Smith, Patti LaBelle
Patsy Cline, Edie Brickell
Peggy Lee, Rickie Lee Jones
Zorro
J'avais tout l'kit, du chapeau d'poil au coat de peau
Aujourd'hui c'est Daniel Boone le nouveau héros
Ça m'a fait d'la peine, non ! j'ai pas
Things
Benson Boone
Hallelujah, sounds of love
Hallelujah, the sunshine above
Hallelujah, the bells will go ringin'
And dingin' from dawn till night,
I wish I had a hairdryer
To blow you to the moon
I wish I was a bakerman
Curing hunger soon
I wish I had a beaver cap
It looks like Daniel Boone
I
the Quarter bacc
Concusion sustained
Bringin the pain like Reggie White
And every night we strapped ready for a deadly fight
Like Daniel Boone, paccin
Back to the place where I was raised I bet enough that Boone County's changed
I'll start livin' right again when my feet touch down on my old friend
of a child and the blood of a rebel
I stormed right through those times
I was reading Alan Ginsberg
I was drinking Boones Farm Wine
And I scorned all the fools
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