Translation: Mind Da Gap. All Fat.
I am no angel I like it when you do that stuff to me I am no angel I like it when you talk, talk dirty when you talk, talk Dirty talk Kitten heels,
Yo man Yo Open up man What do you want man? My girl just caught me You let her catch you? I don't know how I let this happen With who? The girl next
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Comes a rainstorm, put your rubbers on your feet Comes a snowstorm, you can get a little heat Comes love, nothing can be done Comes a fire, then you
Gordon was here I wish I was in some lonesome valley Where womankind could not be found Where little birds sing, upon the branches And every moment has a different sound Oh, Peggy Gordon
Fatter, fatter Shake 'n bake, fatter Shake 'n bake, fatter Fatter Corndogs, pizza, coca cola Yogurt, butterscotch, granola Look at me, I'm fatter I'm
Soon I woke when I was sleeping with a restless reaching feeling but did not know what I was reaching for. I got up and started walking, but soon found
Joke's on you, I've made it out the city And book club never happened as we planned She said something better happen quickly Religious crypts and manuscripts
Sittin' with the fat man Tryin' to get a loan Talkin' about horses And the women that we've known Spittin' on the sidewalk Squintin' into the sun Greetin
Original lover, lover, mm, yeah, uh (Yeah) Catch a groove girl, catch a groove, that's right (DJ) A who da man dat love to make you moist and wet A who
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they called 'Gitche Gumee' The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead When the skies
[Intro: Raekwon] {I'm tired of them motherfuckers down the block. Every time I come outside, them niggas..} Ayo, some major station radio {aiyo, come
self infatuation I don't have a clue I don't trust those who do I'm just tryin' to shake these Jim Gordon Blues Now that every word has lost its meaning
To the desperate young, turn a blind eye To the old and lonely, turn a blind eye To our inhumanity To our death dealing vanity To the methods of persuasion
Early in the eighties The brealdancers very strong But we destroyed their discos The day and all night long Our loudness was incredible Our metal alcoholical
Bigwigs [M/L: Jevo] We are members of a private brotherhood. We control the guild of rock n'roll Radiostations, mags and record companies Managers and
Gordon was here I wish I was in some lonesome valley Where womankind could not be found Where the little birds sing on the branches And every moment a different sound Oh, Peggy Gordon