The gal dem Schillaci, Sean da Paul So me give it to, so me give to, so me give it to, to all girls Five million and forty naughty shorty Baby girl, all
[Intro:] Looney Tunes..... Subelo al maximo (Turn it Up to the Max) Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up... Subelo al maximo Daddy Yankee a turn it up,
Back again, et the trend, t'was me the great SP Alongside Tamic girl, I all on you, girl, anytime I all on you anyplace Any gal weh want it it tell them
My sword is my name my name is my quitter My heart in your hands leads me the way Heroes are gone the ghost and the godsend spiritual signs fading away
night today You might escape as to somehow find a way We?re not alike in the words we?d like to say It all comes down to some patience and trust Trinity
a Tri-ni-ty you knew it was on the way you knew it was on the way i said you knew it was on the way the trinity, the trinity, the trinity canal to dekalb
Here we stand as the forces blow across the land Open minds and now open sores but no open hand Hiding in our trench of steel to witness the blast Nothing
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Get out my head and into the bed girl ?Cause you done know, plottin' out the fantasy Hey baby girl and it's you a the key Yo me go so then From you look
in them. Meet with them alone." Sacrilege has been committed by the supreme being. He who has created blasphemy and now orchestrates it. The Trinity
Oh, mysterious ladies, hear unto my prayer And grant me live and to love as you do May your magickal souls overwhelm
[- Long ago... what has been said by honour, is exceedingly conducive to my welfare. Abandoning all pleasure, the lofty-minded dauther preformed the propitiation
as the white in my eyes turns black today, whatever it makes me blind what took me so far away, there's no one by my side help me, i'm searching for some
Slowly falling, slipping down, but i don't hit the ground still my soul is a slave to to the cozen sound the benefactor of the worlds, his daughter, just
"Sweet Jane" Lou Reed Velvet Underground Standing on the corner, suitcase in my hand, Jack is in his corset, and Jane is in her vest, and, me, I'm in
I hope that I'll find what I'm reachin' for The way that it is in my mind I hope that I won't be that wrong anymore And maybe I've learned this time
Atlanta's a distant memory, Montgomery a recent birth And Tulsa burns on the desert floor, like a signal fire I got Willie on the radio, a dozen things
We are miners, hard rock miners To the shaft house we must go Pour your bottles on our shoulders We are marching to the slow On the line boys, on the
