Übersetzung: Der Jive Five. What Time Is It.
Übersetzung: Der Jive Five. My True Story.
Five guys named Moe There's Big Moe... Little Moe... One guy... Big Moe Two guys... Little Big Moe Three guys... Four-Eyed Moe Four guys... No Moe Five guys... Eat Moe Five
: In the beginning Back in nineteen fifty-five Man didn't know about a rock 'n' roll show And all that jive The white man had the smoltz The black man
What's poppin Slime? nothin five, and if they trippin fuck em five I ain't got no time to shuck and jive, these niggas as sweet as pumpkin pie Ciroc and
rapped all night about his suicide How he'd kick it in the head when he was twenty-five Speed jive don't want to stay alive When you're twenty-five
mine Till the end of time One, two, three, look at Mr. Lee Three, four, five, look at him jive One, two, three, look at Mr. Lee Three, four, five, look at him jive
Get the Withest A&R you can find Pull him aside and rap as wack as you can Lesson Five: Get a hook-up at Jive Dress up like I.C.P. and have them come
Billy rapped all night about his suicide, how he kick it in the head when he was twenty-five Speed jive don't want to stay alive when you're twenty-five
the sea If you can't hear the music, turn it up loud There's movement in the air and movement in the crowd Bow-legged woman doing the boogaloo She got a jive
cos I'm super high when I'm by your side if you like girl, tell me if you like One, if you wanna Two, if you're gonna Three, time to Jive four, five
meditation sound orientated, war the blizzard Rap para-medical the wizard Cappadonna, never caterin' to none My microphone and three verse weigh a ton of slaughter You oughta five
only five And I danced 'em all, he's born to hand-jive Oh yeah, yeah, yeah - everybody Born to hand-jive, baby, born to hand-jive, baby - yeah How
be hogging the rock And don't split the pie, big bomb in his sock Now watch him dip the five, plus he spit sick jive Rest in peace to that million dollar
harder than a pimp slap And because I do so much pimpin One day I'll probably walk with a limp And drive a big Lincoln Wearin an unbuttoned shirt And be a fifty-five
I take, there's a dollar to be made I'm digging through my pockets for my earnings got you five Deep, there it is, now it's time to smoke that jive (
't me, and I hope it isn't you. Well, I'm up in T.O. keepin' jive alive, And out on the corner it's half past five. But the subways are empty And so