to another level Where the base is above the treble And your face is in double Evasiveness doesnt settle it A place and a space Where theres nothing to meddle with Combat
[Shyne] Geah, uhh, uhh, uhh Uh-huh, like that Geah, uhh Ten bricks nigga in the air, hold tec It's that motherfuckin nigga named Shyne Nothin but cum
I bring yo' thugline Don't they want to see me fall? That I never have 'em and I'm just to wrong Used to have a lot of Devil scenes When I kept my soul
They tell us there are only two sides to be on If you are on our side you're right if not you're wrong But are we innocent paragons of good? Is our guilt
met a girl who turns me inside out I'll tell you about her for you ought to know You comb her hair every morning and make sure she dresses just right You comb
Lend me your comb It's time to go home I gotta go fast My hair is a mess Your mommy will scold Your pappy will shout Unless we come in The way we went
, no, none of them want to fight me Combat baby, come back baby Fight off the lethargy, don't go quietly Combat baby said you would never give up easy Combat
you know it's you You comb her hair every morning And make sure she's dressed just right You comb her hair every morning And put her to bed every night You comb
Bar fight, week night You don't look right, poor mite, no bite Wake up, first light This is what we live and what we see Dance club, strip light Get
People sing about the coming of spring But what is comin' down around it's snow or it's rain It's insane and I'm still in the same gang The way the weather
(letra:Sanchez /Nalini /Seo2/Drago /Scoobi /Chico.A /Carmona/Loaiza /Cesar Azar/ musica: Loaiza) Lengua: Quiero pan dame pan pa' engordar / nada mas que
if I'd dare to dance she'd build a ballroom for me and spike my drinks to make it easier for me she really impresses me tough and sweet yeah, that's my
blue comb out the window, somewhere on I-70. Dad said, "I'm sorry, but we can't go back," We're never going back to get it. It was the first comb I ever
People ask why he's so nice, Wants to be like Jesus Christ. [Combat Chuck. Go, go. Combat Chuck. Pick it up, pick it up. Combat Chuck. Go, go. Combat
Comb My Hair -Andre Nickatina i can see my reflection in my sons eyes and when i see them i know the lord cried when jesus died im not a saint i spred
Social discontents To the guillotine Another global raid Without an end Endless combat throughout the world Loyalists wage world war again Decades of
The kiss of death on a rap pick Then you get a slap quick, so guard it with chapstick In other words, protect and hold your own It only takes one punch
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