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Jambalaya (On the Bayou)

Hank Locklin

Sings Hank Williams

1964

son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou
[ strings ]
Thibodaux Fontaineaux the place is buzzin' kin folk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dress in

your’e fine by dinner
Need a big watch with a cuban link and a Audemar no glitter
Imma shine on ‘em like a big star
Better watch your bitch dawg
Imma shoot

Son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou
Thibodaux Fontaineaux the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dress in style and go

Never put it on black cos black makes me feel like death

We ride out to the desert at midnight fire your gun into the big black sky, is this something

gayo,
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.

Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin',
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen.
Dress in

of a gun gonna have big fun on the bayou

Thibodaux, Fountainbleaux, the place is buzzin'
You know the kin folk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dress in

Papi gallant
Bonded by blood of ancestral struggle
Bao's line lives on shit that took hustle
Forefathers slaves oh man what a hustle for
The white man

One of Ours, Pt. 2

Mobb Deep

Amerikaz Nightmare

2004

how to

Wipe, them guns off, get that money money
Wipe, a nigga smile, off ain't nuttin' funny
Show, these motherfuckers, just how hungry you
Get,

on em, we be taggin
Throw it up, red flaggin tight jeans, big guns
Cops search me, I ain't have it

It's Banksy

First Class Private Mary Brown

Perry Como

Swing Out to Victory: Songs of WWII

1999

charm" ! 
 
First Class Private, Mary Brown, 
Oh! how she smiled at me when they shipped me out of town . . . 
Let the big guns roar, let me win this

I like my hoes by the two's when I dig 'em out,
Couple racks, I made room for a big amount,
They had us in the first half we winnin' now,
Now my

bury me under
Big pipes soundin like thunder
Skated by the skin of my teeth, I had to put a man in his place last week
Now why you want to come at me?

ranger

Everyone watched as he climbed from his horse and walked by
Every eye dropped to the gun hanging low on his side
The silence was broken, the ranger

you’re my smokin’ gun yeah (ahh yeah)
And if I never believed in love
Now I do because of you, girl
Because I’m smitten by you
I’m smitten by you
Baby I’m

the region
To help save the city from the carnage (Gangsta Grillz)

I'm too big for these lil' niggas who talkin' that yap
I don't like or follow none

me dogs dem gun barkin', yeah

Words of advice from my big bro
Skeppy told me that you can never escape the roads
So respect the roots and never

leave a nigga in the Thames
Floating down the embankment up to Tilbury
Whoever you are you still bleed
Run up on man, hold the gun up and bang
(bang) lick

  (yeah, I'm gone)
Hold on, I brought my Glock in the party
(Ayy, what?)
Big dog, I'm with choppers, no Harleys
(Huh?)
This beat by who? (Sorry Jaynari, ayy,

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.


*
Words sometimes

can't get past
And think about the men that was put in my path
The wrath of the mob
Gets quiet by the rod
Or feed em credit cards open access to g.o.d.

the bullet, goddamn
This nigga, guess what
I'm talkin' goddamn
Big B's, nigga, goddamn

Real rappin', I ain't talkin' bout the G-Go
Real rappin', I ain't

(woo)
Big boy, big boy, yeah, narcotics (narcotics)
Pour me a drink and it's toxic (drank)
New York drippin', it's straight out the faucet (drip)
Pour

dan Barrack and Bush and Saddam
Dung a Flanker, wid the Pele Drive Gang
Mi see Top Ranking a bus a bloodclaat Long
Big Gun weh him buss
Him afi put it

IP Man with the kick drum, and then some. (IP Man) The Big gun.
(Big gun) cn Extremist for the Income.
 Endangered Species like BIg Pun.
Out here I'm