We broke down on the side of the road East Coast we had to cancel the shows I'm tryin' as hard as I can But I'd rather write a song than a business plan
dem niggaz again Ta' Kweli, Mighty Def, and S Dot on the guest slot Kanye, you're the dope man in hip hop, now let's rock Now roll out niggaz, my hometown
Mafias, Wu-Tang Sopranos Niggas steady pushing keys but we don't see pianos Niggas steady pushing Phantoms, we don't see the opera Niggas steady rocking
I still find new ways to recognize shine It's like light gets better with age The way a song sounds better on stage And rhyme books get better with each
make you feel lil hotter Peas and Sergio Mendes heating up samba Bada, ba, ba, ba, ba, baa Sergio play your piano Sergio play your, yo, yo, yo, yo, piano
Words & music: billy joel ** chantal often played this song while touring for under these rocks & stones. a hit in the late 70's for piano man billy
would occasionally play a piano version of this song (a top 5 hit for don henley in 1984) during her early performances, promoting under these rocks &
'em shot I said crack, what niggaz sell for the cash Crack, got the women selling their ass Crack, what the feins use to get high And the hustlers move to get by That's why the song
ever in joyful song [ piano ] Praise him praise him Jesus our blessed redeemer For our sins he suffered and bled and died He our rock our hope of eternal
steady, a little game of (Paper, scissors, rock) A lion tamer yelling, your first piano lesson A 4-leaf contraceptive, we play a game of (Paper, scissors, rock
Bomb, atom bomb To get his teenage kicks he knew just what to do Bomb, atom bomb He learned to play the piano wrote the worlds first rock 'n' roll songs
King Tee's drunk again, yo, check this out, aww shit, aw shit I wanna dedicate this song to all them motherfuckers out there That, that, that perpentratin
sea I only wanted to be wonderful And wonderful is true In truth I only really wanted To be wanted by you So go play with your piano Write a mediocre song
the piano Like he was pawing a dirty book He bit a hole in his big bottom lip And gave his very best little boy look And it was a song with a topical
you hear them play our fucking song? Listen to our fucking love, yeah The king said to rock it, shake, rattle ?n roll But who's behind the piano if the piano
I was made in England, out of Cadillac muscle I had a quit-me father, had a love-me mother I had little Richard and that black piano Oh that sweet Georgia
in the news, give me wack reviews But you'll never find another who can fill my shoes Who can roll the blues, who can rock the rap Who can rock, who
