did stud, she got big pub but what was foul She said that the pro-black, was goin out of style She said, afrocentricity, was of the past So she got into R
in L.A. And she did stud, she got big pub but what was foul She said that the 'Pro-black' was going out of style She said, Afrocentricity was of the past So she got into R
felt like this The last time was high school But this feelin', I think he's so cute And I wanna tell him so bad, but I can't C.R.U.S.H. Yeah, I got
when mother set me down And taught me to spell Christmas this way C is for the Christ child born upon this day H for Herald Angels in the night R means
, drink Cristals won't cancel Seagrams Yo, N O R E, Nore stands for niggaz on the run eatin' No matter if you're still treatin' N O R E, Nore stands
[Pit Passarell - Felipe Machado] The steel is in my veins Fire is burning my head where H.R. is played Oh, believe I'll be there My heart burns in flame
mother sat me down And taught me to spell Christmas this way C is for the Christ child born upon this day H for herald angels in the night R means our
[Starr/Thorpe/McGee] Now we're in the barrows Of rulers who have lived Enjoyed they once had it Made his amend Now here tonight You crossed to the
Back to you, that's where I go When I'm so fed up, when I can't go on In your arms that's all to When I'm awfully tired, when I need love and I need love
;n es auch ist weil ich mal was andres mag: Ich möcht' gern dein Herz klopfen hör'n - Ich möcht' gern dein Herz klopfen hör'n. Ach
-R-E-S-H Fresh, Fresh, Fresh My shit is fresh like F to R to E to S to H Fresh Fresh Fresh, my shit is fresh like F to R to E to S to H Fresh Fresh Fresh
Ich hör' euch reden Doch niemals fragen Ich hör' euch reden Reden, doch nichts sagen Worte, nichts als Worte Ich hab' fast alles schon gehö
and screamed away. H.R. Pufnstuff, Who's your friend when things get rough? H.R. Pufnstuff Can't do a little cause he can't do enough. H.R.
H.O.R.D.E. We sit around And we get bored We're just too big To be ignored So thank your Mom Or thank the Lord Cause we are here And we're the H.O.R
.H.A.R.O.N. S.H.A.R.O.N. And its winter now but it was summer then S.H.A.R.O.N. S.H.A.R.O.N. And Again , And Again , And Again , And Again The last
mother set me down And taught me to spell Christmas this way C is for the Christ Child born upon this day H is for Herald Angels in the night R means
M-O-T-H-E-R (A WORD THAT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME) Writers Howard Johnson, Theodore Morse I've been around the world, you bet, but never went to school
