's share of rain Been a witness to some good times And a like amount of pain If it could tell it's story What a Violin could sing That ol' swing That
aisle Of the last bus home and this is where I go just when it rains Blinking and stoned, rain in your hair You only smoke ?cause it's something to share Singing
four-four Ten shots to your spleen Let them violins sing Yo, I'm just a ghetto nigga stuck in this game Young'uns runnin' with 'caine Rain hits so we
in bricks of wet smoke My sleeping heart woke, and my waking heart spoke And there was a silence you took to mean something: Run, sing For alive you
you smile at me, I hear gypsy violins When you dance with me I'm in heaven when the music begins I can see the sun when it's raining Hiding every cloud
From the meak to the might As the birds in the trees Sing their sweet melodies Don't think you're the first In the whole universe To hear a thousand violins
give you something romantic? I figured since it's raining This would be the perfect time for us Can you hear the sounds of the Love angels calling us? Sweet violins
ENTERTAIN YOU, BUT IT'S GETTING LATE AND IT'S TIME TO LEAVE. NOW I WANNA TELL YOU THE PLEASURE REALLY WAS MINE. YES, I HAD A GOOD TIME, SINGING AND
wooden wheels and a bowl of eels Yes... that's what I like, boy That's what I like Pie and mash and liquor, walking about in the rain William brookes
wooden wheels And a bowl of eels Yes... that's what I like, boy That's what I like Pie and mash and liquor Walking about in the rain William Brookes
isle Of the last bus home And this is where I go Just when it rains Blinking and stoned Rain in your hair You only smoke ?cause it's something to share Singing
your spleen, let them violins sing [Chorus: Blue Chip + (The Game)] Yo, I'm just a ghetto nigga stuck in this game, young'uns runnin with 'caine Rain
, They sayin fif shoulda signed'em, Why he sign with kon?, Shawty slidin down the pole, Like a fireman, I Make it rain, Then slide off like a violin,
wheels an' a bowl of eels. Yes, that's what I like, boy. That's what I like. Pie an' mash in liquor, walking about in the rain. William books, comical
me I hear gypsy violins When you dance with me I'm in heaven when the music begins I can see the sun when it's raining hiding ev'ry cloud from my view
every thing it hurts everything it hurts everything it hurts, His voice softens the squall of deaths imminence of when he sings oh it rains tropical
to the might As the birds in the trees Sing their sweet melodies Don't think you're the first In the whole universe To hear a thousand violins
