Lyrics:
performing and rewriting the norm
Am I born to transform or just to die and move on?
Be the life that people mourn while reciting all my songs
killers.
[Verse 3: Ruc]
96 buildings of children, guns, and bad feelings
Q.B. see we rep by the Millions
each block, ten spots, a hundred different villians
Two dope I was born form two fiends
Greenberry hustlers all about their cream
La Puente teens living triple beam dreams
Fly kicked the rock but
Born to ride wild and free
The highway's calling it's where we'll be
Wind in our hair hearts full of pride
We live to ride we ride to live
Headlights
Pass all around the houses you go
I wait right by my door
You'll be a lifetime trying, I know
But you'll never find a thing that you've been
or die
Kill or be killed in the coupe so fly
Man the niggas over there tried to shoot your guy
Man the fully automatic .22 go by like damn
And they fly
on his box
Jack boldly declared, let there be house.
And house music was born.
I am u see, I am the creator and this is my house.
And in my house there was
Born in a world where the money rules
Her destiny lead by a silver spoon
Her momma constantly put the pressure on
Expected her to please everyone
on The Block (c'mon, c'mon)
Boys II Men (oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)
Big Freedia (uh huh)
Jordin Sparks (yeah, yeah)
And Naughty By Nature
Its nine o-clock
Words and music by Woody Guthrie
While we're on the subject of hard work, I just wanted
To say that I always was a man to work.
I was born working
I'm only human, of flesh and blood I'm made.
Ooh human, born to make mistakes.
If five boys in the house say it loud.
If five boys in the house
I'm only human
Of flesh and blood I'm made
Ooh, human
Born to make mistakes
If five boys in the house say it loud
If five boys in the house check it
right
You live by your convictions
That bore me
Emerging from a dream where houses are green
Make your own story
Let me feel everybody here
You live by
you see clear
A contradiction that brings the tears
A wild impulse waits for it's time
I thank this anger for keeping me alive
I was born to be
the city
Searching for my story
Blaring horns
Sirens wailing
Chaos all around
Faces passing by
But no one to be found
Tangled in the shadows
Confusion in my
at the satellites pass by
Reflectin' on my past life
I can barely remember last night
Another morning, swear its the last time
Where would I be?
Can't start over
Hot rod wild born to be
Nascar and moonshine runners give thumbs up to me
Freedom is something you fight for to keep yourself free
Hot racing freedom’s
'Twas the night before Christmas
When all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Not even a mouse
The stockings all hung
By the chimney with
abandon you)
She was intended by God to be a virtuous woman
You have no right to her
Her husband is the head of the house
Out Jezebel. Out. Out.. Let
honey-sticking wild golden child
Dwelling in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Or caught by the devil's lasso, shit is a hassle
There's no days, for broke days
dreams
Of the wild flours whipping by
She was gunning for a taste of that big city scene
You could see the lights shining in her eyes
Her friends back home
take you for a ride,
You better run and hide.
She'll take you by surprise, with her fearless attitude,
She'll break all your rules, with her wild
winter's night that was so deep.
Noel, noel
Noel,noel
Born is the king of Israel.
They looked up and saw a star
Shining in the east, beyond them
the arse to be quite blunt, sir, excuse my French but ...
(They have reached BRIAN and MANDY's house. MANDY goes in. BRIAN gives the
BEGGAR a coin.)
BRIAN
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