Yo, aye yo, I live by the sun and I'm a' die by the sun. Can't be livin' by the gun, man I never even held one, but does that make me less of a man? '
cancel this Music growth, it's cancerous not glamorous Yo the lifestyle I embrace to some scandalous I chop joke MC's like choke sandwiches And back slap the snare drum
been dreaming of But I just won't do that Some days I pray for silence, and some days I pray for soul Some days I just pray to the God of sex and drums
rock right now) say what now(I wanna rock right now) say what now(I wanna rock right now) say what now(I wanna rock right now) where the drummer at(I
Drums please Summer, summer, summertime Time to sit back and unwind Here it is, the groove slightly transformed Just a bit of a break from the norm
doin 'cause we need new rappers and careers I always ruin what are you pursuin, who in the hell want this friction I'll volt your scene and make you drum
Double S, never less baby Twista and Scott Storch in a dropped Porsche That new shit, check it out My neck on bling, wrist on chill Standing on the corner
my god! that's the woman on the floor Each promise was just one promise more Repeat refrain It's when teddy's ghost is on the roof Beatin' his drum
with the language, In a profession that takes less than a second for Pressure to vanish, I scream vocals clear in the hope your hearing your host, Less
Little Willie John (Titus Turner) Recorded NYC Jun 27, 1955 King Single #4818 With Jack Dupree-piano, Mickey Baker-guitar, Ivan Rolle-bass Calvin Shields-drums
an old tin drum I can't wait 'til you make the whole kingdom come So I'm leaving Maybe it was to learn how to fight Maybe it was for the lesson in pride
to take a walk yesterday All around new York city And I saw something written on a car It said 'the less you own the more freedom you have' The less
of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit Feelin the love and the beauty is real The beautiful field, remember thou shalt not kill Whenever you need me it's never exceedin the beautiful lessons
full of piss and bubblegum Gonna Bang it out on my big drum drums Splash, kick, tom blowing up like bubblegum (ha) Bang it out on my big drum drums-
Dogs and bananas were too big Cucumbers and sausages They just would not fit She tried 'em all The football team all tried to give her lessons She
old friend Sits at the drum His magic mind Doesn't feel anything American Flag is behind If I could stand To be less difficult My new friend Plays drums