Translation: The Four Tunes. Marie.
Translation: The Four Tunes. I Understand Just How You Feel.
envision the image Of 125th street and Lenox The old folks, their souls are cold like tenants Tryin' to keep your weight up, better eat that spinach For four
[Jennifer] Na na nananana nana na-eh (4x) [Lil Wayne] Ahem, Hi, I'm Tune, the man on the moon I live on the beach, get the sand out ya shoes And all
Goodbye (Good riddance!) Hold up, only rapper to rewrite history without a pen No I.D. on the track, let the story begin, begin, begin This is anti-Auto-Tune
To the gods in the sky there's one thing you can do you can send us some sun and we'll play you this tune because sitting in our room lying down with
insufficient, not an issue. Our position is monumental, all your shit was accidental! Simple, don't be no fool! Don't be consumed in auto-tune. (Auto-tune
Straight! Like a little bit of Vodka, It's Busta Rhymes and Shabba Betta know mi come through fi draw pure card Wid big tune fi mash up farin way back
house [Chorus: Busta Rhymes (*Pharrell) (Tosh)] A KILL DEM!!! (And one and two and three and four lick a shot more fire!!!!) A KILL DEM!!! (And one and two and three and four
Like a little old fashioned music box With just one tune to play My heart keeps singing I love you Twenty-four hours a day Like a little old fashioned
you been introduced to a douche I guess you said fuck footloose, and got pussyloose No juice, you shoulda dried up, like a prune-a Mister mechanic this place needs a tune
Ha, ha, yeah, Mr. D O double R I say, yeah buddy, rollin' like a big shot Chevy tuned up like a NASCAR pit stop (Yeah) Fresh paint job (Check) Fresh
" (?) "television" "ab 22:10 hat der Sport das Wort" "washes so clean" "washes so clean" "with over five million households already tuned in" "washes
like a cop out on a beat Folks said he'd been shell-shocked long ago And more than that, no one seemed to know Oscar was a walker, at least four miles
That motherfucker was horrific Yes it was, yes it was, okay I was sittin' on the hill, countin' my dough Milllion two, million three, million four Five
fluffy, the whole town loves me An every event I'm sacked up So if ya need me, scream double R when ya see me I got five on it, grab ya four, let's
