bus And it's all over now, don't you worry no more Gonna go west to the sea The Greyhound is swayin' and the radio is playin' Some blues for baby and
My baby loves loving, my baby loves loving She's got what it takes, and she knows how to use it My baby loves loving, my baby loves loving She's got what
: My baby loves loving, my baby loves loving She's got what it takes, and she knows how to use it My baby loves loving, my baby loves loving She's got
bus And it's all over now Don't you worry no more Gonna go west to the sea The greyhound is swaying And the radio is playing Some blues for baby and
baby and me And the highway looks like it never did Lord it looks so sweet and so free And I can't forget that trip to the west Singing blues for baby
My baby loves loving, my baby loves loving She's got what it takes, and she knows how to use it My baby loves loving, my baby loves loving She's got
Your eyes, beauty and tequila These eyes give this a reason Baby on the plane Woman shaking beside her Oh yeah, your eyes and tequila get me through today Baby
back baby) Baby make it soon, make it soon (Lord I've gotta see you, come on baby) Baby make it soon, make it soon (I've gotta see you) Baby make it
it someday Yeah, thank you baby For makin' someday come so soon Yeah, thank you baby For lovin' me the way you do (Thank you baby) Yeah, thank you baby (Thank you baby
See the lonely girl In Hollywood on the weekend Try to make it pay Its been a hard day Harder night The rockstars girlfriend She lost the fight Well its alright baby
Let the Piano Man Play (2x) I?m call you in the middle of the night Before we have a little problem You You You, Me & You, You You And it ain?t gon be
Oh baby, how you doing? You know I'm gonna cut right to the chase Some women were made but me, myself I like to think that I was created for a special
piano now All right, ah, do it, do it, come on now Play on it, play on it, make daddy now Daddy daddy daddy, play your Ooh, Lord, all right now Baby
get you to understand Baby listen up it's sad news Ooooh! Yeah [Sigh's] I love ya but I'm sorry I just (ooh) Gotta let ya go baby listen Baby listen
You know. (Laughing) Krayzie: Kanye West on the track. Wish: Oh that's big. That's real big. Layzie: Yeah, we gon' do it like this baby. Krayzie & Wish
Richard (Richard Penniman) Little Richard - vocal W. Mays - trumpet, F. Jackson - ten. sax A. Dobbins - alt. sax, J. Hudson - brt. sax J. Wimby - piano
mighty morphine haterz couldn't stop me, B-Legit drop the bomb like Nazis, 20 blunts a day, high got me smokin big weed wit yo baby mommie. Chorus