make a right' Well, I had too much of this and that And this and that is no good I said I had too much of this and that And this and that is no good
tool Right back at you, yeah me and my dude Toney We'll fuck with fake contracts and niggaz that's phony Trying to get this money, right homey And lay
one with the chips and the chips, that's me The one with the toast, pants baggy, yelling out get at me Get at me, nigga, that's me The one that be running and
This year we've been celebrating the hundredth anniversary of the civil war and the fiftieth anniversary of the beginning of world war I and the twentieth
this evening -- that I play a wrong note ever And then. [piano] This song though does differ strikingly from the genuine folk ballad in that in this song
get me wrong ain't gonna do you no harm no This bomb's made for lovin' and you can shoot it far I'm your main target come and help me ignite ow Love
'll get. He will break any heart without regret. His days of asking are all gone. His fight goes on and on and on. But he thinks that the fight is worth
no right mistreating you that way And oh, how could I know the price I'd pay? Sorry I ever caused you pain. Sorry I, sorry I said those hurtful things. But baby, all that
cloudy draw. Yipie i ay Yipie i oh Ghost riders in the sky Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel Their horns were black and shiny and
you've been drinking and a-runnin' 'round with men and going wild And we don't believe you ought to be bringing up your little girl this way" It was
ended up dead You stopped us from killing each other (tom jones, tom jones) You'll never know but you saved our lives (tom jones, tom jones) [cerys:]
a trois Us and her partners, El Passe panties and bras Freaky deaky baby I'm lovin' that Dig the way that you think, them your partners? Get them a drink
cheatin' I'm every sense of the word bitch Fergie don't want none of me son mather fact how to slap this is Matt Damon That motherf*cker is such a
the lane He consoles himself that he's got his health And he knows he can't complain You know he's not the king of Bedside Manor He's not the Tom Jones that
king of the Killa Klan and Disco Dan and from the Tre May a slug hit you spit your fuck miss and your uh reefer done J Blue and gray or red and black
stream that ran through her hometown Then happened by the slick Tom Shark in his hand she was clay She got caught and faced the shame and he laughed
cuz I said it and I mean that shit Ay what these other niggaz talkin', I don't believe that shit I'm da king 'cuz I said it and I mean that shit Ay what
out You know that real nice lavander suit one that she said I looked good in Said I looked like Tom Jones that's it hangin' over in that tree She took that
