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kung-fu
Told her to come through
Roll up a blunt too
Call me when she get disgruntled
Her man be tripping she say he a bum too
Say he don't hit it like son

on that ass just like a drum

Bum bum badum bum bum bum badum (Yuhhhhh)

Yes I take a bite, take a bite out the plum (Yuhh, Yuhhhh)


And this a beat by

the' don't tek us on
What's the matter son? Thumb up bum?
Ee 'eck, Ee by gum. Get th'sel' together lad, c'mon!

Take it as a warning 'cos the line y'

Bitch get the hummin
Full court fast break start running 
Grabbing more boards call me Andre Drummond 
That Choppa go bum bum 
You better run son I hope

all hysterical by now.  PILATE notices BRIAN escaping.)
	PILATE
You cwowd of cwacking-up cweeps.  Seize him!  Blow your noses and seize
him!  Oh my bum

it’s already done
I hear my flow in that song, that lil boy my son
He tryna bite off lil Xhu, ‘cause he know he a bum
(Hm-m-m-m)
I’ma get her right
She

Hey yo!
Yo sham!
Yo sham!!!
-yo,yo,yo!
Come here nigga, wassup man? 
-whats the deal, son? 
How you doin man? 
-chillin man
What you fuckin with that

Litt 15

Wiki

No Mountains in Manhattan

confined
I can't see
Son's mind like a bum knee
Mine's number one he
Left you tongue tied
One time
Go out on my roof
Go out on my roof
I just go out

(On my baby this a slap
You know the wave Matt just blessed me again)
(Because they bums and they broke)
(Matt stl)
(Shit)
(Ooohh aye)
They only pay

on top
From the core
UYou the clout
Cuz
You tha one
Baby you the one
I ain’t doing this for fun
Tryna wife you
Get a son
Done
Wit the bums
Plenty in

cherry on top
From the core
U the clout
Cuz

You tha one
Baby you the one
I ain’t doin this for fun
Tryna wife you 
Get a son
Done
Wit the bums
Plenty in

to reap your fruit
Whine down twerk it kill the son of man
Me I go die here
See Oroma rolling violence
Oroma dance, Oroma roll
Oroma whine bum bum bamba
ch!

the s***
And you know bum bum bum
I just really do me
And got a drum dum
Dummy n**** You know me
And I really does it well
And you already know
Young n*****

a different route
If you playing in my face guarantee i'm gonna shoot
If i'm really being honest you are my son
Running broke bums over like a bison
And i'm

It's just me by my lonesome
Lonesome
4,3,2, now I'm on 1 
On 1
Over here you don't want none
Want none
Call me Najje the son of a gun
I hold it down

yo, this is for dolo son 
Yo, man, c'mon pass the blunt man (yo champ, champ, champ)
Yo, pass the blunt man (hold it man)
Wassup man? (yo, hold it

Laying on the Hands

Connie Smith

If It Ain't Love (& Other Great Dallas Frazier Songs)

1972

[ Both ]
Healin' hands on the blind and the blind could see I said hallelujah the blind could see
Healin' hands on the bum and the bum was free I

The Watchman's Gone

Gordon Lightfoot

Sundown

1974

Two engines on
Twenty-one coaches long
End to end
Twenty-one coaches bend
The watchman's out
Kickin' the bums about

If I wait for the right

Soliloquy

Frank Sinatra

The Reprise Collection

1990

if he is a girl?
What would I do with her?
What could I do for her?
A bum with no money
You can have fun with a son
But you got to be a father

Looked down the street
There stood a creep
If he gets close
I'm giving the smoke
He ain't Freddy, He ain't Jason
Hiya bum bitch, Gotcha in

son
Grab you by neck when I hit from the back like a drum it go bum bum bum bum
Put that shit on your back when Im done I just cant explain it you feel

Everything except for this life
And that's not fair, oh it's not fair
So I sit around trying to talk to god he goes "one two three son ready or not
You're

These niggas my clones these niggas my sons
Might fuck her friend then fuck her mom 
Don’t piss me off cause I’m not the one 
I was down bad I ain’t get

cherry on top
From the core
You the clout
'Cuz
You the one
Baby you the one
I ain't doing this for fun
Trying to wife you
Get a son
Done
With the bums