Lyrics:
Avenue de la Retirada, 1939.
dones i homes, i canalla caminant, passant fred.
Fred.
Fred de la incertesa, de l’exili,
d’estar lluny de casa, de
I'm alright Fred
But don't let that worry your son
For when he grows up and gets blown out of here
Have yourself A-tomic bomb
Now introducing
I like a Dance by Fred Astaire,
And Brando's eyes, Yul Brynner's hair.
But I think to tell you's only fair,
That I love being here with you.
Brother, My Brother
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(Carlos J. Saldaña & Scott D. Carlisle)
I know this world has gotten way
as im concerned,
an yall are true players.
To KRS-One and D Nice and Scott Larock i talk to you everynight scott,
you know what time it is and the BDP
Crosby sings pretty swell
Fred Astaire dances well
I'm that combination
That's my reputation
I'll capture your heart singing
And then I'll
of gettin' hanged so we started our own gangs
Tookie Williams (Crip), Sylvester Scott (Blood)
'72 Lil' Country caught a slug
And that was the first time
sure you'd like to think you know what life is
Find destiny through magazines
Liplicking, unzipping
Harpers and Queens
From here to eternity,
Flintstone I'd make a lot of sound (Yabba Dabba Doo!)
Y'know, now that I think about it...
Fred Flintstone
He hits his head a lot
And it'd kinda hurt if I was
i els carrers: sonen els cascavells
Olles d'escudella i canalons amb els tiets
Ha arribat l' hivern i fa molt fred
Cau la neu del cel i fa molt fred
the point
It's the joint
Mike D (yeah?) With your bad self running things
(What's up?) with your bad breath onion rings
(Well I'm Mike D and I'm back
your cattle coming in,
Boy they're looking mighty fat and slick
I saw fred at the service station
Told me that his wife is awful sick
You heard my
Vine amb mi desembre
Ben lluny d'aquí nostàlgia
On és el fred? Desembre
On l'han portat? Nostàlgia
Un cop més mira el cel
Sense tu m'aixafa el pes
Now I have a story that I'd like to tell
About this guy you all know him, he had me scared as hell!
He comes to me at night after I crawl into bed
Hey, hey
Love, love
Yeah, yeah
Ah, ha
Freddie's dead
That's what I said
Let the rap a plan
Said he'd see him home
But his hope was a rope
is a cafe
It's not very nice
It's well overpriced
Come to Fred's cafe
It is a cafe
I'd give it a miss
It gave me the shits
Fred and Catherine make love in my head
I hear them bite when I dream
Pulling strings tied in wires and
Reverb plates hammers pounding
You might
or chicken or you'll be picking your nose
I'm on time homie that's how it goes
You heard my style I think you missed the point
It's the joint
Mike D
Transcribed by scott tucker
I walk home everyday from my jobs
And the pay's not so good
To two rooms, it's not that much, where I keep my stuff
But
the dreadlocks and the flattops
I like these ops, so I'll try not to stop, but drop
The new hip-hop, and get props
Scott La, Scott La, Scott La, Scott
of the house
Anytime me and Scott Storch get together you gotta call us the Illuminati
Whenever you see the G it represents God and geometry
That's what
head
Floating by my bed
I shutter when he says
My name is Scott
In a single thought
He'd reveal his plot
If you're ready or not
My name is Scott
Take
ES DESPERTA EL DIA AMB FRED
MOTIUS PER SOBREVIURE
EL SOMRIURE QUE TU EM DONES
UNS LLAVIS TREMOLOSOS
DAMUNT DELS MEUS CLOSOS
ESBÓS PÀLLID D'UN BES
Back when the house that I own now was my home screen
Before I'd ever hit the road and feel like the home team
Runnin' missions
Pyramid schemes just
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