leg to stand on Take my money Twist our paper Leave the table Bad behaviour I got my spies Swift to every consultlate Be my eyes Tell me what
the way you work It's all I can do Working on a number My fingers to the bone on my guitar Working on a number My fingers to the bone on my piano All
on the beat Hey Daz, nigga stop fuckin around with the piano nigga Just drop that shit like uhh, this here [2Pac] I met you through my homie now
my daily operation got to put a right in this crazy occupation gotta keep it movin' thats the motivation gotta ride the waves and keep a tight relation with my
you to my crib Make love on my piano Yea you know me lil shawdy from Atlanta I wanna do some things to you Touch your body make you get naughty Say my
you to my crib Make love on my piano Yea you know me lil shorty from Atlanta I wanna do some things to you Touch your body make you get naughty Say my
wasted and wounded at this old piano Trying hard to capture the moment this morning I don't know 'Cause a bottle of vodka is still lodged in my head And
Gotta find that wishing well To wish you back to me That's the way I feel inside [b-sec] You wore pigtails and hand-me-downs I banged the piano Played
a quiet gloomy day. You know, when the wind is high, And the storm gods race, and I'll be snugged up by my fire-place. Maybe feeding my little dog, or playing with my
the beauty of the melody, Until they sounded like a symphony, That's why I go for that Rock And Roll Music ... I took my loved one over cross the tracks So she can hear my
Yo wait, whats that, ya the piano part, bring it back Ya, ya thats it right there Now let me loop that in the sampler, piano piece caught my ear Gimmie
did I can't help it, I was this way since a kid Then I slide out the crib Hunt down my pray The look in my eyes like I sniffed some yay Ran up on homes
off me A magnet brought you to me Told me your name was Jo You said you liked my music And you really did enjoy the show Now I wanna play piano But my
out my blue tounge and catchin' flies See i was mesmorized by the alphabet A surprise So many stories So enticing It's like i got out my scizzors cut
to Sugarcane If I could find a piano Here in Bloomington, Indiana I would play it with my toes Until the girls all take their clothes off The women knock upon my
extreme Must be family entertainment here in the strange land of my dreams Now I'm practicing my likeness of St. Francis of Assisi For if I hold my hand
the boy from Tupelo I was made in England like a blue Cortina But a Yankee summer had a way about her You had a scent for scandal, well here's my middle
Eminem's rap*} [Eminem as 'Stan'] Dear Slim, I wrote but you still ain't callin I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom I sent two
