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rip this I like my beats harder than two day old shit Steady eating booty MC's like cheese grits My man Al B. Sure, he's in effect mode Used to have
knew every single record the DJ's played The "Honky Tonk", "Hound Dog", "Johnny B. Goode" "The Chain Gang", "Love Is Strange", "Knock On Wood" I was
in the day was "Eric B. for President" Rude boy composer, step to me you're over Brothers wanna flex, you're not Mad Cobra MC short and black, there
knew every single record the DJ's played The "Honky Tonk", "Hound Dog", "Johnny B. Goode" "The Chain Gang", "Love Is Strange", "Knock On Wood" I was
ducked E&J fell out my cup Them bullets fly by, that shit sober you up I'm proud of my niggas, they never switched up Don't care if it's Michael B.
B. B. E S T. B.E.S.T. GO！ Break away 見えない明日を怖がらないように 目の前の壁に向かって行く どこまでも続いてる空を見上げて 昨日までの自分 超えて行こう どんな世界見えているの なにを残し なにが消えてく I will, I’ll do
Baby, was ist los? Ich hab doch gerade erst angefangen B. b. b. b. b. baaaybe. Ja du machst mich so crazy! Ne Flasche Belvedera, wir beide machen Joga
Written by b. setzer You only go around once on this big spinnin' planet of love So don't be wastin' my time Tell me what you're dreamin' of We'll
Dimmy G. B. Greg Box "Rest in peace" Taheim Cambell Watch over your big brother Bumpy Knucks Yeah! H
we do it I'm hittin' on the West Side It's bumpin' on the East Side Slammin' on the South Side Makin' noise on the North Side Now Jack B.
sixteen he was stuntin' Al B. Sure nigga with the hair all wavy Hit Lake Shore, girls go all crazy Hit the freeway, go at least 'bout eighty Boned so
I'D RATHER HAVE JESUS (Rhea F. Miller - George B. Shea) « © '59 Public Domain » I'd rather have Jesus than silver or gold I'd rather be his than
P. Spector, B. Mann, C. Well You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips And there's no tenderness like before in your finger tips You're
sixteen he was stuntin' Al B. Sure nigga with the hair all wavy Hit Lake Shore, girls go all crazy Hit the freeway, go at least 'bout eighty Boned so
my love My man Cameron, First Born, Scribbles, and ATA, they get all my love Cause those are my boys, ya know, ha ha My man Al B. gets all my love Good
Minus The BS I gotta run up a bag and build up the stash spot minus the B.S I let her go if she bad wit a bad attitude cuz I don’t need stress Twin
on the mic and Eric B. is on the cut For those that know me, indeed I like to flow Especially when the music's goin' slow It gives me a chance to let
TITLE: Silence Words & Music by: Darrell B. Nash 2012 Darrell B. Nash Every now and then I think about you Wonderin’ where you been all my life I
Ho, ho Bounce Holla Bounce, bounce, bounce It's B. Sig' in the place with Young Free (Free, Sigel) And I got what it takes to rock the mic
B. A. S. T. O. S. B. A. S. T. O. S. B. A. S. T. O. S. Je les mets tous H.S Quand j’arrive ils lancent des S.O.S. Tu veux savoir pourquoi je
on the mic and Eric B. is on the cut For those that know me, indeed I like to flow Especially when the music's goin' slow It gives me a chance to let
This feels so good [laughs] B. Cox Omarion In the beginning we were supposed to be temporary But you put that thang on me. They tryna explain
Yo, it is an honor To introduce the future of R&B His name, is chris brown, uh And uh, you know what this is Yeah Another B. Cox joint, uh
Through di weed You know discover Bob Marley Through di weed You know discover Tosh and Bunny Through di weed You know discover di great Buju B.
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