Zip-a-dee-doo-dah Zip-a-dee-ay My, oh my, what a wonderful day Plenty of sunshine Heading my way Zip-a-dee-doo-dah Zip-a-dee-ay Zip-a-dee-ay Zip-a-dee
Translation: The Steve Miller Band. Zip-a-dee-doo-dah.
. Wrubel Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah Zip-A-Dee-Ay My, oh my, what a wonderful day Plenty of sunshine Heading my way Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah Zip-A-Dee-Ay Zip-A
that brown paper bag money It feels good to be Young Money, Cash Money Rehab, I'm addicted to fast money I got stacks of rubber bands up in that Brown
eight oh peakin' Now start spectacular, expert, them legs will work Bronx bomber watch' em strip Eddy tip that fine mama Hydraulics expand, while drums bang like gap band
He?d be just as sharp in a sack As in the blue serge suit with the belt in the back He isn?t old and grey but he?s so passe Swing bands make him frown
picture in my pocket along with her rosary Oh, some say I'm crazy, a little loco and most of my friends will live and die in this zip code It might be
Your Looking To Stand I'm camouflage in the bushes, Fly in ya mind i'll show you how to look it, Rock's in tha band like OH GOD, MY GOODNESS, I'ma tell
flops. And i bought my clothes at the local thrift shop. I wouldn't be late if i looked at the clock, but id rather spend time than by a wrist watch. zip
I told 'em straight, drop this an' zip lock that Right on my waistline is where I kept that strap I remember nights, I didn't remember nights I damn near
swing of the hips yeah its all for you When i toss my hair, throw my head in the air it's all for you Every hook, every clip every twitch of the zip
Portsmouth that can explain the cheering?) 5) One measure figure that sounds like zip zip zip zip! (i.e. hand slides up the fretboard very quickly 4x): Band
breath Hit ya ass with them things have ya chasin' ya breath You got loose lips, ya betta put a collar on 'em Black chenille frames I spent a cuple dollars on 'em Whole zip
Summer night city Money, money, money Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm Summer night city Money, money, money In the rich man's world Den går på band! Kan
You might see a whole block full of thugs and stuff Be quiet cell phones got bugs and stuff Real niggas in the kitchen cuttin' stuff Wrap it up, zip
microphone and start blasting When you walk in my crib that shit's hot boxed And when you walking out the door look like you got a pocket full of rocks But it's two zip
