without a product there ain't no sales if money is divine then I'm the holy grail so don't be forgettin' to listen to the rhyme when the guitar wails
I got a room down in Hollywood Rent was cheap, it was this rooming house There was an old man who lived in the room next to me We shared a bathroom in
a bunch of wine Beer drinkers and hell raisers, yea Uh huh huh, baby, don't you wanna come with me? An' the crowd gets loud when the band gets right Steel guitar
a dope boy with a guitar Hey, daddy, can you let me Ride with the band in the backseat Ridin' with the dope boy I'm a dope boy with a guitar Tell 'em
Sup? Short Dogg back in the house beeyatch And it don't stop to the beat Ain't no thang but a chicken wing We gonna do it like this one more time Straight
the fellas [ ] = Mr. Mixx time for ya mind! All the boys in the house ... y'knahmsayin! Intro: Mr. Mixx YEAHHHHHHH, BA-BYYYY!! It's the boys, we gon
the guitar up (picked the guitar up) (and then he what?) Started singin the blues like there no tomorrow (no tomorrow) (come on) Left his boys in the house
The roses in the window box Have tilted to one side Everything about this house Was born to grow and die Oh, it doesn't seem a year ago To this very
I play in a band We're the best in the land We're big in both Chelsey & France. I play one mean guitar & then score at the bar There's a line o'chicks
But it looks like I'm gonna make it before the sun sets The morning I arrived was lincoln's birthday So I walked through his house and saw his tomb
I slipped out of the house about sundown while mama was a washing her hair And you can bet your bottom dollar she'll come looking for me When she finds
to try in some old house where love has died Some old house where love has died some old house where love has died Some old house where love has died some old house
that's more sensitive to heat and shock We grindin', down to the bone my name grounded in stone I'm Mr Violence we loungin' with Chrome Mr Violence we lounge in his home, hit the housing
heat and shock [Inspektah Deck] We grindin', down to the bone My name grounded in stone I'm Mr. Violence we loungin' with Chrome Mr. Violence we lounge in his home, hit the housing
their shoes They?re the ones who made the blues Who?s gonna fill their shoes?. (That?s what I need help about) Down in the delta?.Old sun house Hard
-n-rye with hennesey our plane's high-jacked, head for record label towers i like marijuana that is sent from tennessee I'm sick of rock guitars always
appeal to the public at large Behold, the metamorphosis} Uh, fuck platinum, platinum just ain't enough We need more money, more houses and cars and stuff