have come home Don't let it go down te wind Nobody's gonna win Don't let it go down the wind Don't let it go down the wind It would be such a sin Don
'm feened up Ok I'll let the alcohol take control I'm with a bitch that could work it up and down the pole I tell a girl drop it low down to the floor
stop with the body rock) [L] Now all the people in the front, if you're ready to bump, say (don't stop with the body rock) [D] Now in the middle we jangle
don't stop with the body rock) [L] Now all the people in the front, if you're ready to bump, say (don't stop with the body rock) [D] Now to the people
dragonfly brought me inside to a chair in her head the blind jester pilot he smiles and he says that she knows where to go as he lies down instead I
we shout for? Denied the airwaves, we trust in the wind to carry what we say. But sometimes we've found ourselves shouting into the wind When we should
nights You were more than just a bunch of rowdy friends of mine You made leaving home Not as hard to bare Yeah we swore we'd stick together Till we were in rocking chairs
fur with Woolite. Rhonda: What's happened to Broadway, HARRY? Used to be you could come to one of these things and the wind would be RUSHING DOWN THE
If you ain't down, then we hit you with the clip fo' sure (ho) Let the trigger go, then the nigga go down Talkin about this yo' town, motherfucker slow down
her father will Her fallen fruit is all rotten in the middle but her Breast never dries when he's hungry The money came and she died in her rocking chair
father will Her fallen fruit is all rotten in the middle But her breast never dries when he's hungry The money came and she died in her rocking chair
30 electric chairs and put'em in a classroom 30 MC's and set'em free from thier doom. just like a tomahawk cuts through the wind when we begin the wheel
I'm old in a rocking chair Throw rhymes like ?Slalucci?, kicking like Bruce Lee I make G's off a pen and some looseleaf I'm gone with the wind as soon
big dick Take a picture, feet stickin' like scotch tape bitch I swear to God I'll fuck over yay yay Have you sitting on your porch, gettin' pushed in your rocking chair
get down to the nitty grit who gone fight pipe down 'cause ain't no better time to crank it up than right now we gots to see rump crum down here and I
bogle I won't cross the street but I might Me lay like half the way And if the groove is far for me I catch a cab to Calloway The wind blew, my Buddha went to blast But Teddy was ready with his chair
