Way back yonder in the days of old The men was workin' but not savin' any dough Then came a woman lookin' real cool She said to herself "Now, that's
Way back yonder in the days of old The men was workin? but not savin? any dough Then came a woman lookin? real cool She said to herself, "Now, that?s
Way back yonder in the days of old The men was workin' but not savin' any dough Then came a woman lookin' real cool She said to herself "Now, that's my
Traduzione: BB King. Tempi antichi.
block party jam in the park days The penny arcades, hangin out by the pool hall Used to bop down the block with the box, old school, y'all Fellas said
of creation [AYREON:] what have I done [VILLAGERS:] you've betrayed your own, now you have to pay it has been foretold in days of old 'n evil soul will
you're gonna have a sweet and silly temper, baby Baby, and you won't speak to me for days at a time Oh baby, I know you're gettin' old And your little temper B
ma rock it for the streets I fill all my days with big butts and boom I let my pants hand cause my big nuts need room I'm not old school, or new school
Flow just borin', the spit just corny. What happened to old bitin' 'self? Writin' battles done face to face. I miss those days. These days, ghost writers
last? Riot Pump The new stage was a 12-gauge ??? to the cage Made you say: it ain't like the old days When we just go head up The new days everyboody'
[Intro] [Crowd chants "Bun B!" for first 10 seconds] [Verse 1 - Bun B] I do this shit for Pimp C bitch (bitch), so what the fuck is up? (up) Step roll
time to lay it dine Cause we do it for Cause we do it for Cause we do it for h-town [Verse 3: Trae] King of the streets no days no sleep Paint wet as
Parks I represent them niggaz that make you one healthier while you represent bad niggaz like Denzel in Philadelphia I ruin more brothers with skills careers than Don King, yo yo B
lad-i-da-di Put pride inside plus taught karate Fed heads in many ways many days Were served locked down protectin the Black and the brown Now today the old
all who wanna hear some (Young'uns these days got fireproof eardrums!) They don't give a SHIT who's hot Just long as you're not, pussy, and be the would-be King
little bitch named Jackie, We call her oat nasses And we don't use the bank nigga, We do it old fashioned Right on top of the box spring, No matress King
