don't you roll a "L" And make it spiffy are the "L"s twisty oh yes lets get lifty Long lived the rugged female Heather B. So all you gun waving niggas
Where all the real heads at? Word up Fuck all that bullshit Yo! Soundman! Turn it up! [Heather B] Uh-huh! We call this one "Da Heartbreaka" [Common
, what will you do Record companies don't know, when you do, buy two They're killin hip-hop with ease And I hate those damn cd's Now let's talk about the birds and Heather B
[Heather B] Ah, ahhh, huh.. Ain't no shorts gon' be taken, word up [Chorus x2: Heather B] If headz only knew how I felt about the rap game They'd know
you figure Them grimy niggaz from the bad block that's my kinda nigga! [Heather B] What? No doubt no doubt, whattup? (Firing Squad!) Firing Squad (Heather B
on the Block, Quincy Jonesin it Prada, get publishing, what? I'm owning it huh You feel me now? You get the point? Heather B B B B drops oowops on your
all night and it feels so tight Steady Rockin' till the morninglight DJ's spinnin' all that song till morn' Steady Rockin', ohohoh [Verse 1: Heather B
you heard me You know Heather B, get down and dirty It's time to start this, it's time to spark that All my thuuuuugs [Verse 1: Heather B] Yeah yeah
Traduzione: Heather B.. Steady Rockin.
Rain come down tonight Except for the bump on my head I'm feeling alright Dancing to our favorite tune I pulled you in way too soon Bang went the drums
I'm talking to strangers To see what I feel; Your face is changing now And nothing seems real. These things I know Are like a baby how they grow in me
On the Vermont Transit Bus I leaned my arm into a little chink of sun, going somewhere older than I was, strapped into something tight, keeping me small
I put my hands where your wings should be, I put my feet where the earth should be And I can't see very far And when you said that you were dead I hung
It gets inside you like the sun, it makes you wet just like the rain It makes you sound so sentimental, it's a lovely kind of pain. I used to dream
I think of Venus sinking down into the sea. And what it is to be alone and have nothing. I don't know why you want to leave this space between. Is it
I carry you with me, a ghost inside And in these shattered arms you're still alive. I carry you with me, a holy shrine and dogs and angels follow right
(Leonard Cohen) [Dedicated to A. M. Klein (1909-1972)] Hurt once and for all into silence. A long pain ending without a song to prove it. Who could
