Lyrics:
they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old style hats and coats
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats
Man hands
Now we've been thinkin'
About the styles for a while
And trippin' over what's hot
And what's not and whnt's gone under
And over but now it's time
you on a wine and dine
Fly by in a low ride
Cause we all came down for Friday
You're into something new
I like the things you do
Let's party on,
I'm back by popular demand
Well not really, but my optimism's grand
A little success has got me in a jam
I never thought I'd say I got too many
wall
Evening is slime
What a waste of time
And although you still get by
Searching for the things
That make you come alive
It goes down to this
Dynamic Dan The Drummer Man
Words & Music by Erika Paul
From the cd entitled, "Scat's My Bag"
Have you heard Dynamic Dan?
He's a drummin' man
Always were out of time, the action makes you smile...
When your hands are by your sides.
Feed the tree that you love, a light
Comes from above,
Mister Campbell don't mess around
Give us a sample of the mad style you possess
Oh yes, l'd gamble crazy ass ducks
Cause I know you'll be
We Will Be Free (Heathens Will Feel)
By Emanuel
Righteous people must stand tall
And the heathens them must fall, and the time is now!
It?s
Let's dance in style, let's dance for a while
Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies
Hoping for the best, but expecting the worst
Are you
you are.
You're perfect.
The funny little style you dance.
The silly way you pose to photographs.
It doesn't matter what they say.
Cause you like
music and lyrics by Corb Lund
The show was a big one, an olde rodeo
They'd been trying to hire us for a few years or so
The grandstand was
You got style
High class from clothes to smile
But I ain't here on trial
I'll make it worth your while
No crime
To state what's on your
this bad since Conway had him a perm
And you'd think by now them sorry sons a? bitches have learned
A bunch of soft-rock wanna be, hell they can't even
(Belly Rapping)
And I don't need to come on so Nonchalant and I,
Don't mean to be this fly, by the look in your eye I can
Tell you gotta thang for
your face smile
Or waste it and embrace a case of the fake styles
Just keep it going on keep the feeling flowing on
Lose the crap and make it
before my eyes a big surprise is backed up by the devil
But I'm on another level, ever is Fly stayin' down
Let my pimpin' reign forever, conin' king
I come to get this
I run this shop non stop to the top and droppin' all this bullshit
I twizist to certain music so versitizal
My style from wild
a game in my vein
Verse 1: Mac
Murda murda I wrote it in braile
Uncut, lyrical dope, certified by my scale
The homicide rapper, there'll never be another
the end
I could tell you were the kind to love and leave 'em
Tears would be all I'd have to show
I was hypnotized by those fine Levi's
So I couldn't say
I want a bad girl
Someone with dark rings under her eyes
I want a bad girl
Someone who can take me by surprise
People talk about about their sinners
rap game
I'm juss a sick ass nigga from that mack Bay
Straight, game we lace to put my name in the spotlight
No game, this paid style I'm gettin paid
which labeled her a dime
She had a virgin mind
Style wid good conversation
Knew the important virtue of patience
Stay wonderful respectable middle
a candle, let it burn to the end of the night
Who keeps it tight, fuck what you heard is real
Pretty, Pretty Thug style now y'all know the deal
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