can I do? She thinks of him And so she dresses in black And though he'll never come back She's dressed in black Oh dear, what can I do? Baby's in black
Translation: The Beatles. Baby's In Black [stereo].
Snowman's back, young and too wild Had to switch it up, man, niggaz tryna steal the style [Verse 3 - Young Jeezy] Anyway anyhow the stering wheel's black
you wanna survive, try and get there alive Baby can't drive, baby can't drive Baby, baby, baby, baby can't drive You know I love you, baby But baby
know me (Money, hot) Figada-figada-figada Get that dough (Dough, hot, hot) Figada-doh [Snoop Dogg] Yo' strategy, some pimp tragedy It's Snoop Dogg, the black
, just call me dog Black is my color, I have no other nothing else will do I've got a black car, black bed, black TV I've even got a silk black suit
't stop Never ever ever will smoke that rock Beyotch, I don't quit I'm too short baby, got the shit To rap on the mike, turn you out Too short baby without
t think it's right, yo, I like to bite Just havin' fun y'all, and if you think that it's wrong You got to admit, it's a new type of song Doowutchyalike
to drive at night up on a girder bridge, heard a "NO!" Talib dirty nervousness, yes the boys are back Oh yes the boys in black, the boy's a {motherfuckin
my house raking leaves in my backyard Baby venom spit flame Eat lightning and throw thunder You could feel my pain I'm the hurricane hunter Madchild's
prison Cause' they always tell me and Mac to turn down our television And we got it hooked to our stereo you would think the scenario's Runnin' the lights
a vicious blow You know my style Spliff the foul Through your stereo Spliff Starr ignorant immigrant I'm gettin it Money, fast car, fine broads, what I'm hittin it (that's
made A starlight chasing ponytails and mushroom clouds and black fields I don't want to feel this entertained Sitting on a crowded coach, staring at the stereo
versatile I got style finesse and a little black book That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look But there's a thing that separates you from me And that's
my fleet's more street then the Paddle pop lion. Chorous: It's alright in the city, people look nice, kind of pretty / Even though it's a little dirty, it's
shine, she made it rain Now she's gone, gone, gone, gone Gone just like a train She smoked a Marlboro Red She flashed her baby blues She had a big black
live It's only popping off if your ready to take a ride Imma get you hot make you sweat baby We can fly with the Stereos, on a journey to the other side Jet Black
's a miracle 'Cause the way a nigga hatin' or bitch plottin', the shit's hysterical That's why I keep me two big guns on blast like a stereo Come to