Übersetzung: John, Eddie. Was ist It Gonna Be.
Übersetzung: John, Eddie. Leva, Leva, Leva, Leva Die.
Übersetzung: John, Eddie. Gettin 'Kinda Oldbeing Young At Heart.
Übersetzung: John, Eddie. Jungle Boy.
: - ("uncovered" show at ronnie scott's jazz club, london - 1/31/95) - john wetton and eddie jobson (uk - from the album "uk") Are you one of mine who
off to the wake up show with tech and sway or big nat and foot out in VA its damn near tradition to kick a freestyle anytime Im with Eddie Francis
I'm makin' time, I'm goin' out With your wife I'm a lowlife I'm a lowlife I'm a lowlife Livin' the highlife (J. Eddie, R.J. Ritchie) © 2007 John Eddie
: There's only two types of men Pimps and John's There's one type of bitch And that's a hoe God damn holly hooker this is my world God damn time to go
symbol of Chicago inivators like Michael White push out the Cal Tjader classic shit like Weather Report or Max Roach laid back like Freddie Hubbard trumpet notes Cannonball Adderley Eddie
: (words & music by John Davenport - Eddie Coole) Never know how much I love you Never know how much I care When you put your arms around me I get a
rock Kicked from fight club, outfit from Eddie Brock I'm goin for the kill, focused on a steady plot John Wilkes the Booth like when he dead aimed his
: (feat. John Cale) Starlight open wide, starlight open up you door This is New York calling with movies on the street Movies with real people,
records then all ya'll put together, yeah, that's just a piece of the biography of Wyclef Jean, and when I spit call me toussaint saint john, [Chorus
and my money elope And most niggaz rap about money but they be broke My man went to Moorehouse and had a strong flow So I had him pitchin' in Atlanta like John
know my bar came venom in a bezzie rock Kicked from fight club, outfit from Eddie Brock I'm goin for the kill, focused on a steady plot John Wilkes the
the way Now I got to find that nigga, I'm gonna stalk that nigga I'm gonna show yo ass, how to keep the finger on the trigger Like john wayne, I'm handy
I'm through Like a ten and a half foot, gettin in a seven (shoe) (Now picture THAT with a Minolta) Have your ass doin some Night Fever shit like John
MY MIND LIKE JOHN MAWKAVICH/ TOP THE WHOLE LAST NAME UP SWICH THAT GAME GOTTA ROCK SO BIG SHE CANT LIFT HER FINGER/ I WONDER IF YOU HAD EDDIE MURPHY