all the way to the bank And I, I kinda act like my s*** don't stink On a toilet with the burner taped under the sink Like a Russian I'll rullet the bullet
figured I was ready for Cassius Clay I said "Fee, fie, fo, fum, Cassius Clay here I come 26, 27, 28, 29, I'm gonna make your face look just like mine Five, four
eye lifts again, and now rolls and bumps off two thingys that look like the top of Russian buildings, where it is kicked by a Russian dancer We see
. DJ, won't you turn up my song? Bouncin' that ass, I don't see nothin' wrong One bitch, two or three bankrolls Eighty-five thousand dollars worth of Russian
of us even if we don't understand it. * In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then? Our love of life
don't float. I says, "Pig Pen, I got me a good idea. Them Friends a' Jesus gonna save us! "So praise the Lord and Mister Ford, And follow that micra-bus, ten-four
figured I was ready for Cassius Clay I said "Fee, fie, fo, fum, Cassius Clay, here I come 26, 27, 28, 29, I'm gonna make your face look just like mine Five, four
door stands open - Across lines, invisible hands are held, golden streamers building in the night. <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni
motions energentic Better tell em forget it, cause I'm telekinetic Crowds is screamin, I choke the mic and keep squeezin Styles seemin like I used a thousand words without breathin Bustin techs like Russian
Russian Roulette with your life, it ain't a safe bet Southsides brightest spitter Won't change I'm not that type of nigga Unibomber product I deliver Two chicks, four
the bus Drinking white russians out of plastic cups Smacking his manager spitting on fans Made the headlines without a marketing plan Four star hotels five star cds Dinner in London goats on four
DJ won't you turn up my song Bouncin' that ass I don't see nothin' wrong One bitch, two or three bankrolls Eighty-five thousand dollars worth of Russian
' mad skunk and stackin'! I didn't need rap shit to get me on, I was a crimey, Drivin' a Benz hearin' my man's song. And when shit gone broke out, everybody
Two: Raekwon the Chef] I watch my back like I'm locked down, hardcore Hittin sound, watch me act bugged, and tear it down A literate type asshole, songs
's this song that we recorded when we were recording all the songs for Clumsy. It's a song about the Russian circus, a song about the two main trapeze
the Japanese have attacked Pearl Harbor) a date which will live in infamy." FRANKLIN D. ROOSEVELT "This is Bob Command performance Hope telling each Nazi that s in Russia
all the way to the bank And I, I kinda act like my shit don't stink On a toilet with the burner taped under the sink Like a Russian I'll rullet the bullet
