the singers there's a song my mama sang Could I hear it once before you move along Won't you sing me back home? Won't you sing me back home before I
the singers there's a song my mama sang Could I hear it once before you move along? Won't you sing me back home? Won't you sing me back home before
Ba-Blang Wanna make the world dance, Forget about the Price Tag. Okay! We need to take it back in time, When music made us all unite And it wasn't low
thorns If want it you work for it If you care it so you love it If you take her mother you F***er If want it hold it If you have teeth bite it If
much to go back everyday 'Cause I heard it all before and I've been down there on the floor No one's ever gonna keep me down again, ohh Yes, I am wise but it
singing hearts are ringing I hear sounds of love Everytime I see you I feel my secrets falling out When I'm near you I lose my defenses, drop my guards It
made her hips, it'd make her flip I prefer a lift of my chopsticks Oh stop it Let the dancer take money outta your pocket She can move it and drop it With her clothes on, it
It's time for Animaniacs And we're zany to the max So just sit back and relax You'll laugh till you collapse We're Animaniacs Come join the Warner brothers
libation, Lanai Lithium, litigate, legal, legitimate Liberty, levy and lie Welcome back Yakko's now at the L's as he tries to sing All the words in the
s.r. You don't know how lucky you are boy Back in the u.s.s.r. Been away so long I hardly knew the place Gee it's good to be back home Leave it till
got my shit together, yeah Now I made it through the weather Better days are gonna get better I'm so sorry that it didn't work out I'm movin' on I'm so sorry but it
sing along Last request, DJ, I need a song He can't break my heart If I can't hear a word, I can't hear a word Don't say it now I'm turning up the radio
everywhere You were always there when I looked back You had to do it all alone Make a living, make a home Must have been as hard as it could be And
went our separate ways And it sure was hard to say goodbye To Willies and Laura Mae Jones The cotton was high And the corn was growing fine, yes it
little break from the boredome little ha ha ha ha holler back for a planed attack on this unsuspecting town we may be looking pretty but we make an awful sound it's you and it
I had ever won And honestly I ended up with none There's no much nonsense, it's on my conscience I'm thinking baby, I should get it out And I don't
it on me bring it on (yea) take it off lets get it on (yea) we can phunk untill the dawn come on girl lets keep it goin you got needs i ain't ignorin work it
shit but I back it up though see it's a difference, a lot of niggaz pop shit But a lot of niggaz don't make hits But it's like this whole Bad Boy shit