und nach dem Endgegner lief im Kopf der Beat weiter Bang Bang bin gepragt von Bomberman ausgebildet im 16bit Sommercamp Ich kam vom Alex the Kidd, SNES-Shit, 16
it alone, the mere presence Put fear in your heart You're scared cause you never had a ear for the art Robbin people for they 15 bucks Bad enough bein 16
your late night creepin..... [chorus (Bun B)] Cuz we don't come out till after dark With nothing less than 28 grams of spark And nothing less than 16
up fast. I guess I got around in the bits. I was selling bags of bud and Tales from the Crypt. I met Ghetts when I was 14, lost touch. By 16, I'd linked
you probably rip ya pants off If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody It'd probably smell like cologne made out of bits of panther They call
Flashback to Nam, I might not make it back Missile hits the area, screams wake me up from a war of dreams, heat up the M-16 Basic training, trained for
o o Where the bums go wo o o o See it's cliental come straight from hell With missing limbs and whooo some funky smells My bacon bits where not like
aint related nuff dj's dnt know the basics, cut a few dubz n think theyve made it made there raise but they aint made shit, listen to mak n play the same bits
that the bullets could rip You gettin butchered to bits to me is as good as it gets Bet you leave on a stretcher when the 16 wet ya Wit ya cap twist it
Read the instructions on your plasma screen store your program an disc And now you move with the cursor up and down left and right. Printing directly
BAND: 16 Bit Released as a single in 1986. Written by Luca Anzilotti, later of Snap! From the sleeve notes, it seems the line "Where are you?" is spoken
my style, you probably rip ya pants off If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody It'd probably smell like cologne made out of bits of panther
up fast I guess I got around in the bits I was selling bags of bud And Tales from the Crypt I met Ghetts when I was 14, lost touch By 16, I'd linked
'Cause we don't come out till after dark With nothing less than 28 grams of spark And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip Every time that it's time to
, hard working ladies Erudite, brainy ladies Hermaphrodite, lady-man-ladies Oh, you sexy hermaphrodite lady-man-ladies With your sexy lady bits And your sexy man bits
" Flashback to Nam, I might not make it back Missile hits the area, screams, "Wake me up" From a war of dreams, heat up the M-16 Basic training, trained
He left home at 16, the days go by like years He didn't get much schooling but he learned a lot on the road He knows one thing, not to trust no one but
were debuted on UK Radio Show, `The Evening Session`. NB The tracks were recorded from radio, and were a bit fuzzy, so there are a few bits I couldn
