(By Woody Guthrie & Martin Hoffman) The crops are all in And the peaches are rotting The oranges are stacked In their Creosote dumps They're flying
Make way here I come, I'm like a white boy punk rock KRS ONE. I'm droppin' droppin' science and I'm droppin' poetry, a mic and two speakers bringin'
Tonight we ride, right or wrong Tonight we sail, on a radio song Rescue me, should I go down If I stay too long in trouble town Oh, yeah, you wreck
Should I close my eyes and get in that line Hold my bags in file with the boarders? Should I take your name down on a penciled list Or a tape recorder
(Part1) Ich hab mich immer gefragt, warum mein Herz nur manchmal schlagt! Ich fuhl mich immer wie ne CD, die sich im Laufwerk zu langsam dreht! Ich hab
Listen to the story as we rap to the beat as we educate ya 'bout life in the street coz gang bangin, dope slangin, (??baffle the hit) If you do it too
(Hello this is Dr.Dre. I'm not in right now, but if you leave your name and number at the sound of the beep. I'll be sure to give you a call as soon
witness Dr. Dre as he operates. Check it out! [Dr. Dre] I'm Dr. Dre gorgeous hunk of a man Doing tricks on the mix like no others can The nurses say
[Intro:] He's Bionic! [x4] He's Bionic! He's Bionic! He's Bionic, Bionic, Bionic, Bionic!!!! He's Bionic! Aaah Bionic! [x2] [Verse 1: Yella] There
Everybody why don't you try A brand new dance that we call The Fly Just move your hands, shake your neck and move your body just like an insect [Chorus
a g-string on my hip Your kiss and touch I'd slowly collect For they'd be my tip There's parts of your body I'd slowly kiss And others I'd gently bite
The crops are all in and the peaches are rott'ning, The oranges piled in their creosote dumps; They're flying 'em back to the Mexican border To pay all
my baby is a wreckin machine. spoonful of soul. don't you know? listening to frightwig, trashin' all my new rigs. my dilaudid milkshake. operation clam