, I can hear you breathing honey, one more time wont hurt c'mon lets do it just right, still you moving slow slowing it down bringing me round and hoping, this is the tune
Yeah this death of auto tune Moment of silence {La, la, la, Hey, hey, hye Good-bye} {Hold up} Only rapper to re-write history With out a pen No-I.D
you see the golden trigger Stand before your eyes By the time you stop to figure Lady Wingshot flies away. You are so inviting And I feel so in tune
: (feat. Elephant Man) [Elephant Man] A wich little Boy mi hear no like we [D-Flame] Wer [Elephant Man] A wich fassyhole mi hear a chad wi [D-Flame
lives he said: "gimme 'nother slice o' that barbecued brisket!" "gimme ?nother piece o' that pecan pie!" freeways flickering, cell phones chiming a tune
from the blackest nest, Hungry mouths agape for the taste of flesh and blood sacrifised Like rats to the river or packs of children enchanted by the tune
: You win Its your show, now so whats it gunna be cause people will tune in how many train wrecks do we need to see? before we lose touch of we thought
the world But we don't give a.... If Garbo played guitar with Valentino on the drums Then we'd be nothing more than a bunch of darma bums So tune up, tune
on your boots brand new suit If you had the chance you'd hock it For a night on the tiles And a shot of midnight fever Get off your back get on the track Tune
you're out on the floor Reggae, Reggae, Reggae, Reggae See the faces passing Smile in time She says if you're lookin' to take her home Well I'd better
: Better ride You in tune to the sounds Of the dance floor giants, 69 And we come to make you dance And I brought my dogs wit me Check it out Hold
I need It's your love gotta have It's your love Heavenly body flyin' across the sky Superman was outta town Come on honey gotta change your tune Cause
Mos Def bring it right We come down and bam, and rock who I am Com Sense, yo; I'm wit the fam, yo [Chorus x2: sung in tune of Brand Nubian's "Love it
du gain Pour l?argent, y?a mort d?hommes, sans compter la mort de l?ame Pour quelques billets, les esprits s?enflamment Mais qui t?a dit ca qu?on n?avait pas besoin de tune
one call Di F.W.Z. ain't it work it out yuself Check it, listen to it, it's a shocking Vibes glory, laugh ... Woo deh deh woo Yes, yuh hear mi, check dis. Chorus: Well D
wah war, wah wah wah war, but mi an mi gal dem a par War wah wah wah war, war wah wah wah war, everybody tun (Hold) Verse 1: If a D.J. a di year dem
: He'd sing his song most every night wishing she was there behind the light. The people danced and sang along on the cardboard stage he never sang