Lyrics:
woman's washboard, son,
The slab is yours tonight
Townes is in the back lounge
With his hands in his pocket
Pulls out two dice and says, 'Let's get
as a widow woman's washboard, son,
The slab is yours tonight
Townes is in the back lounge
With his hands in his pocket
Pulls out two dice and says
Brothers and sisters
I say
Brothers and sisters
Brothers and sisters
You've gotta keep walking
You've gotta keep walking
Keep walking
You've gotta
of consequence
Things to say things to get by
Things to say not to live by
While I keep longing for you
Knowing I'd be back soon
Though I lied to you
And a lot
Young Nino, f-ck a b**** in a peacoat
Carlito, Scarface, Al Pacino
Bun B do, p-mp c, arpedo
I goes deep in that p****, Dan Marino
She wanna be
the deen)
That thing (the Sirat al-Mustaqim)
That thing (yo)
That thing (it's about a thing)
That thing (uh, yo)
If ya feel real good wave your hands in
I gotta say what's up to Dirty Al, Jennifer Henry
And Kelly too out in San Fransisco
Lisa Johnson in Austin, Toronto, Jimmy Carl Black
Ah,
Walk in the dark to a grave without love
Into the woods where the souls turn to dust
Put them to bed by a quick-hearted man
Placing all the lonely
-Mizan berkreasi, Al-Mizan penuh aksi
Menciptakan generasi dengan mental besi
So, open your eyes
Don't think about home, let's gone be by gone
Success will come
Get By
World keeps on turning
Always changing
Through good and bitter times
Some try and rule ya , some try and fool ya
Is it al what it seems
First off I'm a motherf***in'
G-en-er-al word to the cake shells
In this chopper will pop em
Make it sound like a helli-choppers land on top
Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Nigga, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Before I bust a move, I gotta pray first, say a verse
Wash my hands before I touch
Just a hero with a press vest
Risk her life for the vocation
Wednesday morning in Jenin Camp
She was killed by the occupation
(Say her name)
Shireen
I gotta say what's up to Dirty Al, Jennifer Henry
And Kelly too out in San Fransisco
Lisa Johnson in Austin, Tonto, Jimmy Carl Black, M
Ah,
my life
You are Israel's guiding light
Here I am, overtaken
By the fullness of Your love
I could never get enough
cnd all I did was, say yes
'Cause uh-uh, I'll make you walk like a donkey
Some say on and on, but they mean on on
I got tired of that new style, breakdown
I have to take it back
It was three drunken huntsmen
And nothing could they find
But a pig by the roadside
And that they left behind
"Pig," says Alan Robinson
Cookie he
he's not shakin' (not shakin')
Police call me, beat that case (beat that case)
Before I eat, I say my grace (say my grace)
I seen my Crips and shake
we gone have to get it cause I say so, my nigga we gone have to get it when that day goes by.
with that
I wish Uncle Al, BIG, and Pac bring us back
Cook coke chopped crack ain't
Longer stop that rep your shit
Lemme see exactly where you blocks
a forty-five screamin out surviv-al
Hey nigga can I lay low, cook some ya-yo
and holla five-oj when I say so
Don't wanna go to the pen, I'm hittin fences
time to go
My heart still feels like its froze
I still cant let go
Visit me whenever
Tell me when your close by
I'll leave the door open
Hoping i can say
by the hand?
The papers say that it was all a put up show,
But I don't know, I don't know
Neverland, Neverland
Even when he's telling you that
Is dit net ek, of is als tos?
Is dit net ek? Is-is dit net ek?
Jis jis, ek soek n fancy goose
Maar my sak's plat soos barbie se plastic poes
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