From the 21st Century Represent generational Rock 'N' Roll style Martin Degville, James Ray, X, Kavanagh, Yan, ya, ya Stereo, video, sci-fi sex, let'
course, of course, never had intercourse Of course, of course, without her wouldn't have been a boss I would flip for my mama, got me getting my commas Paid for my 1st
Hey microphone testing, testing you playin' politician you martin she on the west wing guessing the best thing for me to do is spit it this shit is never
Tyketto (Music For Nations, 1994) B-side of the "The End Of The Summer Days" single Written by Danny Vaughn, Michael Clayton, Brooke St.James and Martin
hospitals full Prisons packed, bubblin? over in brown sugar They keep empty, Westside lots crowded, hype's powdered The well is runnin? dry, the days of Malcolm and Martin
best way to go, don't think me dull I'm not gonna fall off the roof like the flid Rod Hull We want people to sing all our songs And the nuns at St. Joseph
but dis how it goes... [Verse] Came up (Yuh!), I did my thang Dis is so real I ain't sayin' no names (Nah!) Started wit' a dream like Martin Luther King
and change Still kept it real, never disrespected the game And y'all niggaz know how I, love Atlanta But it's mo' to the South what about Florida and Alabama Mississippi, Louisiana, St
I met your boyfriend on St. Martin's Lane He said, "Fancy running into you again" We talked a minute or so, then he turned to go And I walked into the
killer Stone on the left and Hot Boys on right [Lac] Nigga I ridin in some Z71 type shit Limo tinted cause I'm creeping with a fine bright bitch Aston Martin
the line of demarcation They took a passage to the west Dead reckoning they doubled back Into the north they anchored for bad weather San martin and
. [Gavroche rushes in, shouting.] Gavroche Listen! Jean Prouvaire Double that in Port St. Cloud! Gavroche Listen everybody! Lesgles Seven guns in St. Martin
every man! GAVROCHE Listen to me! JEAN PROUVAIRE Double that in Port St. Cloud! GAVROCHE Listen everybody! LESGLES Seven guns in St. Martin! GAVROCHE
taste so satisfying That you don't mind the rot gut So me and my sugar we're on a roadtrip From Bostone to Philly and I don't know maybe St. Louis Got
red dress baby And wear your smile Say goodnight to your sister We're gonna walk for miles We'll go where the boats are leaving In St. George's Bay And
ist entbrannt lichterloh! Und auf stürmischer See wenn die Wellen aufs Neu sie umtosen das ist nicht halb so wild wie die stürmische Nacht
man seems to be everywhere If there are people in the world Who knows that right is never wrong Stop the fire burning in my home Africa Martin Luther