Lyrics:
da (pump, pump)
Di da di di di, da di da (blah)
Buda-ba, ba-ba-bu-bum (pump, pump)
Now just back up, don't act up, I pack up much heat
Any battle
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
Rap by md pahadisher
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Deva Tan Dole Man Dole Bam Bhole
Jay Shiv Shankar Bam Bhole
Hath Jod ankhe Mich Bol Bam Bhole
Masti Mein Dole bum bhole jinki
and rope kids and rail bums around there...
Well, right around there I met this strange fellow by the name of Jack Black.
Now, this guy is something else,
bumstickitty, bum huh
I got that old rump-pum-pum-pum
A punk'll jump up to get him a beat down
At least sound, I sound like these clowns, like he sound
My
ginger, give me the Kokoro
We drinking from the Henny by the boat load
Yeah , you like it when we have a little fun tonight
Yeah, you feel my body moving
Time: 3:15 beach bum music bmi
Producer: brian wilson/russ titelman
Mixed by hugh padgham assisted by bob vogt at a & m recording studios
Brian
Słuchaczy tylu, że stać mnie by kupić wszystkim po tatrze
Mówią o mnie raper potocznie
Jak dla mnie to określenie gorsze niż blizny po toczniu
Jeżeli myślisz
of the station
Surrounded by shit-smelling bums
Scared of future floodings or a fucking meteor
Images of falsehood covered in the newspaper
The product of what we
Oroma Oroma Oroma Oroma
Oroma take me high high high
Oroma Oroma
(Bum bum Bamba)
Eh eeh
I see this girl for my yard
She carry big load oh my gawd
I
Gumy balonowej resztki na twarzy, gdy
Gdy patrzysz jak powietrzem wypełniam
I cienka powłoka pęka, bum
Zapach truskawki uwolnił się
I kłamię
Znów
want
Not a day's goes by
It ain't on my mind
I ain't gon' front
I ain't gon' lie
I'd rather have a M than an empty pocket
If hundreds ain't in
CALLED DAWN
AND STICK MY FINGER UP HER BUM
YES I WANT TO GO TO BENIDORM
AND GET FUCKED UP IN THE SUN
A ROUND OF SHOTS AS SOON AS WE LAND
AND THEN
CALLED DAWN (AND STICK MY
FINGER UP HER BUM)
YES I WANT TO GO TO BENIDORM AND GET FUCKED UP IN THE SUN
A ROUND OF SHOTS AS SOON AS WE LAND
AND THEN
CALLED DAWN (AND STICK MY
FINGER UP HER BUM)
YES I WANT TO GO TO BENIDORM AND GET FUCKED UP IN THE SUN
A ROUND OF SHOTS AS SOON AS WE LAND
AND THEN
little cardboard bum bum’s
Always safe in our little cardboard home
You can be whatever you want to be
An astronaut, a pirate, or just stay a little baby
Joe Hill wrote a song for the
Free speech fight of uh, 1910
And it was introduced on the streets
Of Spokane by Haywire MacMclintok
Him what, He was
a beach bum
Shit is hot as summer. Another classic number
Everybody give it up for the funky drummer
And the beat goes on (and the beat goes on)
and one
Still shoot yo shot, James Bond
Don't contemplate with bums
You can be a don
You can handle the stress
Ain't nun
Gotta face yo fears, can't run
Good times and bum times, I've seen them all
And, my dear, I'm still here
Plush velvet sometimes
Sometimes just pretzels and beer, but I'm here
On stage screamin' 'em
They call me the Greenthumb, the serene one
I laid back from the drum like a beach bum
Shit is hot as summer, another classic
You're the one nigga
Who's a dumb nigga
And a bum nigga
You're a slum nigga
Better run nigga
When I come nigga
With a gun nigga
You're
Cathedral bums
The tower blocks are gone
Somewhere in the distance my darlings she's a crying
I should be by her side.
This is the day the ravens left
bums
[Mr. Hyde]
I'm just a piece of shit bum stinkin wretched and foul
When I stumble by you'll have to hold your breath for a while
I can hear my
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