Lyrics:
by Dickey Betts
(c) 1980 EMI Blackwood Music Inc. and Pangola Publishing Company
We've been through hell and high water,
Ready to go through
a ten-bob note up his nose
Such a mean old man
Such a mean old man
His sister Pam works in a shop
She never stops, she's a go-getter
Takes him out
eyes
The engine is the music and my nine's by my side
'Cause you know Y-A-U-C-H
I'm taking all MC's out in the place
Taking life as it comes, no fool
The minute I wake up I gotta get high
The homies we found us a way to get by
Let's call us some bitches and have a good time
A lot of bottles
to Texas up to Washington
Then headin' home to wash some clothes and do it all again
Gotta head to Chattanooga, Knoxville, and to VA
To by god West
Zrób sobie chillout na deser zamów szklaneczkę
Jak nie przechylasz weź sernik lub serów deskę
By delektować się wnętrzem na ósmym piętrze
Z muzyką
There was Johnny McEldoo and McGee and me
And a couple of two or three went on the spree one day
We had a bob or two, which we knew how to blew
to spend, oh
Kicked down the doors in New Orleans
We got busted at Grove Hill where nobody goes
And Long Bob drove us to the Badlands
You can bet your ass
Words and music by bob seger
I was born at the break of dawning
In the last days of the last great war
My father was not in the fighting
And my
alright I got a woman that'll stand by me
And there's lots of places we ain't seen
And there's always a job waitin' somewhere for me
But late at night
I had a dream about my man last night
And my man came by the studio
And his name is
Busta Rhymes in effect, Shaheed is in effect
Phife Did-awg is
this way and let your mind be free
And by the way, welcome to the party
Hey Grand master Bob that
Old school shit's fresh
But uh let's rock some of that
Words by Bob Hartman
Based on Romans 1:9, 2 Corinthians 10:4
I've waited patiently for your reply
You say you'll come around by and by
I've tried
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Bob harris (boy soprano, trumpet)
Steve vai
time to use it?
He don't wanna sell his life to you
You know, he'd rather have his time than a bob or two
But you can't find the money for your rent
through it
Step by step like your into new kid
Inch by inch with the new solution
Transmit hits with no delusion
The feeling's irresistible and thats
niggas Judas, I'm the son of Moses
Illuminated, resurrected as Selassie
Bob Marley through the trumpets on the day I die
Rolls Royces on dirt roads, we
tribal
It's all about survival, it's nobody liable
I got caught by five oh
Grandmama came to court with her Bible
But when the judge hit the gavel
Now I'm
the Peas will do it
Get started, get stupid
Don't worry about it, people, we'll walk you through it
Step by step like an infant new kid
Inch by inch with
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
niggas Judas, I'm the son of Moses
Illuminated, resurrected as Selassie
Bob Marley through the trumpets on the day I die
Rolls Royces on dirt roads, we
friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills you only got ten
Look out, kid
Look out, kid, because it's somethin' that
the Peas will do it
Get started, get stupid
Don't worry about it, people, we'll walk you through it
Step by step like an infant new kid
Inch by inch with
the Peas will do it
Get started, get stupid
Don't worry about it, people, we'll walk you through it
Step by step like an infant new kid
Inch by inch with
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