Cuts to the bone, but its still Rock n Roll Black Cadillac, gonna steal your soul Cant get enough, go and get your licks Caught in the scene get your
Verse 1 Killer on the dance floor Gun in her hand yeah! Shes out with her girlfriends Just drinking and dancing says! Cmon and get, Cmon and get Cmon
Verse 1 Shes so sexy, only seventeen A little bit of sugar to sweeten my tea yeah! Black sunglasses, low cut jeans Love at first sight if you know what
Verse 1 Hey You, Out there I hope youre Listening tonight Ive never asked for nothing But now I need you Verse 2 Hey You, Please answer Whyd my life
Take my control so you can get what you need Shadow my soul but give me no guarantees Never enough now tell me just where I'm at Why you want to go
I was looking lost, it was cold outside The whiskey rocks, how you caught my eye My red lips painted just up in black I needed something to bring me back
Up and down, all night long Skippin' it down Skippin' it down Up and down, all night long Skippin' it down I'm a forty Ten O three on a Tuesday morning
the Mardi Gras Where the people sing and play Where the dancing is elite And there's music in the street Both night and day Hurry take me to the Mardi
I get busy, I get busy, smelling good you know it's easy ... on smoking that shit chinky I got a Rolex on my pinky b*tch you know what time is it Shining
Check it out, check it out, check it out, Got my man yellow .. in the house Set it off quick .. anywhere I'm in the house ..four bags you can get in this
Tuesday heartbreak seem to be unfair 'Cause you say that you found another man Tuesday break heart, guess you just don't care 'Cause you found you another
(It's Royce 5'9") Yeah, you scared, ain't you? Relax, it's just music (It's Royce 5'9") The elite, jive 5'9" Royce 5'9", cha cha Cut throat, really nix
Dr. John - guitar, M. Bechamin - tenor, E. Hines - trmb. Single: Ron Records #329 Album: 'Mardi Gras in New Orleans' Album: 'Mardi Gras in New Orleans' Mardi
i'm talking about one night, 82, static, selecta, like... i'll take back to one night like static, selecta, come on, man! hey, hey, hey! nigger free style
She was born in November 1963 the day I was Huxley died And her mama believed me that every man could be free So her mama got high, high, high and her
Just when I thought I was strong Another weak day comes along And all my righteousness goes wrong But I was doing so well My dreams to be a Godly man
