I beg your pardon I never promised you a rose garden along with the sunshine there's got to be a little rain sometimes when you take you got to give
Away from the noise and up above the mad rushing crowd There's a place where a little guy can stand mighty tall and proud And sometimes late, late, late
La-da da da da da da da La-da da da da da de La-da da da-da La-la-la la-la-la Oh the games people play now Every night and every day now Never meaning
If I could be you, if you could be me For just one hour, if we could find a way To get inside each other's mind If you could see you through my eyes
Southern sky And if ever you decide You should go There is a taste of time sweetened honey Down the Seven Bridges Road All Night Long by Joe Walsh
world go round [x3] New York, money make the world go round L.A., money make the world go round Midwest, money make the world go round Down South, money
ON DOWN! (JUST GET ON DOWN!) LET'S GO! LET'S GO! (OW! OW!) HEYYYYYY! [Verse 1] [Kid Ice] Here we go, back to turn it out The nastiest niggas representin' the South
: [talking] Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Southside, what y'all niggas know about the dirty south? One time [Chorus] Lord forgive me, for I've sinned Over
One last deep breath Freeze [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I got a 16 shot Ruger I got 16 cars All over how I write 16 bars Ja, Joe and Jada they're fuckin' retards
I run New York) [verse 2 - Tony Yayo] My gun is longer than yours, nigga, call your recouster, Locks made more money than them thin tiny suits, The game around south
ll fuck a butters one if I'm roasting. I'm linked in North, East, West and South and all I had to was sing a song about my house. How easy... [Verse 2: Joe
Ross, Fat Joe, Baby & Lil Wayne) DJ Khaled! Konvict Music We the best! We takin' over! Listen! I started in Atlanta then I spread out wit' it South
: (Joe South) Oh, the games people play now Every night and every day now Never meanin' what they say now Never sayin', what they mean And to while
: (Joe South) If I could be you and you could be me for just one hour If we could find a way to get inside each other's minds If you could see you through
walk home Hey pretty darling, don't wait up for me Gonna be a long walk home I walked past Sal's grocery Joe's barber shop on South Street I looked
Come at me wrong you dyin' No lyin' [Verse 3: Joe Budden] Hey dog, we not familar Cross me I'm a pop and kill ya Its Joe Budden, in the streets they
the streets In capsules a few years after Blondie's ?Rapture? [Chorus: Necro] The flow is South of Heaven Satanic underground Death metal rap Progressive verbal shredding South
questo scemo mezzo emo che sembra che non ha il phon, e un insetto e lo secco come col Baigon. Musica-overdose e un sacchetto da Saigon. Vai Don Joe su