(The Beat) Mirror in the bathroom please talk free The door is locked just you and me. Can I take you to a restaurant that's got glass tables You can
(Sex Pistols) There's unlimited supply And there is no reason why I tell you it was all a frame They only did it 'cos of fame Who? E.M.I. E.M.
(The Kinks) Big Sky looked down on all the people looking up at the Big Sky. Everybody pushing one another around Big Sky feels sad when he sees the
Jean-Luc Ponty - Violin, Keyboards Paul Humphrey - Violin, Drums Shuggie Otis - Bass, Guitar Lowell George - Guitar Captain Beefheart -
FZ: Take two How many bars? FZ: Uh . . . Why don't you count it off? Alright FZ: You start . . . You three start together on this Alright One . . . Two
check Standin' onna porch of the Lido Hotel Floozies in the lobby love the way I sell:HOT MEAT HOT RATS HOT ZITS HOT CHEST HOT RITZ HOT ROOTS HOT SOOTS
Traduzione: Zappa, Frank. Hot Rats.
Out on the nighthall road again i'm leaving and turning upon a friend please close the door, let us talk no more it's out here i may find my reasons
Southside, H-A-W-K What, what, what... [Hook] I drop that hot shit that hot shit, you know it's going down The type of shit, that make your girl knees
who kissed your head, killed 12 dead baby I am an addict burning winter, a closed-door annihilator Motherfucker burned who was married in your bone garden It's feeling hot
clock in the mornin', we ain't tired yet That's how you do it when you fuckin' with them Compton vets Full blown, and if her cock is gettin' hot then
riding through the 'hood Into Compton, it's all good From Southside Queens to Inglewood We representin' like we should [50 Cent] I'm hot boy, I told
no block too hot Me and my niggas bout to open up shop Hot boy nigga grab the glock So me and my niggas we can sell our rocks Ain't no block too hot
room for this big body In a big body, pimp caso, the life of a 'cardi Brave, back as a spade Teeth glistening, hard core, hittin' EightBall the one they mentionin' Hot
to wake these kids up [Percee P] Word up Aesop Rock, they'd better take their fingers off pause and hit record [Aesop Rock] Is you fat cats or lab rats
D Flow Joe the don Terror Squad Yeah What's fuckin with that? [VERSE 1: A.G.] I hit the block and stop hoes with the drop Rolls Flaco got those hot
Too late, we kicked the door off the hinges I heard you selling stacks of crack getting mad-tracked Thats why we in your place, throwing your face in the carpet With the rug rats
trunk with the rats got the bats, in case he alive when we get back Now how's that for a twist on the story Me and this hot thang goin down with the