AZ The Visualiza F/ Missjones lyrics
AZ The Visualiza F/ Missjones lyrics
"Sugarhill Lyrics"
Little Baby SwastiKKKa Lyrics
Who put the little baby swastikkka on the wall Who put the little baby swastikkka on the wall It wasn't very high couldna been more than four years old That's who put the little baby swastikkka on the wall Who put the little baby swastikkka on the wall Who put the little baby swastikkka on the wall It
Who put the little baby swastikkka on the wall Who put the little baby swastikkka on the wall It wasn't very high couldna been more than four years old That's who put the little baby swastikkka on the wall Who put the little baby swastikkka on the wall Who put the little baby swastikkka on the wall It
Chorus: i wanna chill (Chill) on sugar hill (its so lovely, so lovely)
AZ's for real (oh he's for real) he's for real (its so lovely sippin on
bubbly)
At times i wanna watch out the Mariot, zoning on owning co-ops,
foreign drop top coups, and yachts guzzling straight shots a scotch,
formulating up plots ta escape from Salems lock cuz its scorching hot,
making it hard trying ta figure who's out ta trap me, Pataki, got all
kinds of undercovers coming at me, perhaps he, won't be happy, til they
snatch me, and place me where half slacks be, sitting in Catsaki, but
never me, see, my destiny ta be forever free, in ecstacy, on a hill
Nighttime gets longer each mornin' I wake up With sunlight that's long over due I start makin' plans for having thoughts that might take up Some of the time that I'll spend missing you. Winters come a-crawling After fall left me callin' For an end to what spring put me through 'Cause summers only b
vivid enough ta make living this a must, plus this is real
CHORUS
first line & (sugar hill baby, sugar hill baby)
second line & (ayo son pull the shades down and lets count this money
put the grants in the safe, cuz we spending the jacksons, the
washingtons go to wify, ya know how we do)
No more cutting grams, and wrapping grands up in rubberbands, i'm a
recovered man, our plans ta discover other lands, suburban places got me
seeking for oasis, cristal by the cases, ladies of all races with dime
faces, sex on the white sand beaches of Saint Thomas, though t
Sitting on a Barbed Wire Fence Lyrics
by Bob Dylan I paid fifteen million dollars, twelve hundred and seventy-two cents I paid one thousand two hundred twenty-seven dollars and fifty-five cents See my hound dog bite a rabbit And my football's sittin' on a barbed-wire fence Well, my temperature rises and my feet don't walk so fast
is ain'tby Bob Dylan I paid fifteen million dollars, twelve hundred and seventy-two cents I paid one thousand two hundred twenty-seven dollars and fifty-five cents See my hound dog bite a rabbit And my football's sittin' on a barbed-wire fence Well, my temperature rises and my feet don't walk so fast
promised, I'm as determined as them old timers, I wanna villa in a Costa
Rica, so i can smoke my reefer and enjoy how life supposed ta treat
ya, laid in the shades of the everglades, finally forever paid, wearing
the finest fabrics tailors ever made, me and my team, carrabeans
forseen, i guess being down for so long i'm all in store ta see my
dreams
Chorus
so until i see past the green pasture, me being supreme master, ain't
much more life ta feind after, but another chapter, a new way of life to
adap ta, cuz these streets a gas ya,and have ya caught up in the rapture
de ja vouz, i could vision my killa crew, more hospitable, con
Little Town Flirt Lyrics
Little Town Flirt Artist: Del Shannon (peak Billboard position # 12 in 1962-63) Words and Music by Marion McKenzie and Del Shannon Here she comes (here she comes) Little town flirt (here she comes) You're fallin' for her And you're gonna get hurt Yeah, I know it's so hard to re
sciouslyLittle Town Flirt Artist: Del Shannon (peak Billboard position # 12 in 1962-63) Words and Music by Marion McKenzie and Del Shannon Here she comes (here she comes) Little town flirt (here she comes) You're fallin' for her And you're gonna get hurt Yeah, I know it's so hard to re
aware plus political, cuz though they claim that every man created equal
whats his native people, find it harder for nights to sleep through,
but once established we living lavish, like the house of versi, paris,
i gotta have it, it so plus, just ta visualize is like a coke rush,
vivid enough, ta make living this a must, plu this is real
Chorus 3x
ending: its so crazy im down wit AZ, its so lovely sippin on bubbly
its so crazy jones and AZ, its so lovely sippin on bubbly
I wanna chill on sugar hill baby
I wanna chill on sugar hill baby
I wanna chill, I wanna chill, I wanna chill on sugar hill baby
Sugar Hill