[Immens] Yo man.. I'm hungry man [Common] Ay whatchu want man? You want some breakfast or somethin? [Immens] I want a lil lil somethin.. yeah yea milk
Ruff Ryders niggas, blood in, blood out Sheek, Methical Yo yo, hey yo Soon as I cop the nine, I pop the nine But when I take it out the box, I represent
Yeah, my bucket's got a hole in it Yeah, my bucket's got a hole in it Yeah, my bucket's got a hole in it I can't buy no beer Well I'm standin' on a corner
There are times when you find, lobsters in a bucket, can't climb out. Why won't they climb away? Because other lobsters pull them down. Cherry pits and
Just like the army I was bein' all I could be I was feelin' next to awesome In my cleanest dirty jeans She said "Honey read the small print If ya wanna
Yes, my bucket's got a hole in it Yes, my bucket's got a hole in it Yes, my bucket's got a hole in it I can't buy no beer Well, I went upon a mountain
A new beginning, a fresh clean path Yet slightly curved and striving to come back The one you thought you were is gone A loss of faith, all bridges burned
Henry: There's a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza, There's a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, a hole. Liza: So fix it dear Henry, dear Henry, dear
Money Money Money Money Nothing but money I work 9 to 5 but it starts in the P.M. And I love the sunrise so I step out in the A.M. The street is black
Sometimes I get too drunk I feel so goddamned low I have no place to go, no one to turn to I think about your loving arms, where I'd like to be But it
You've got the bucket, baby I got the chicken You've got the Smith and a Wesson and I got the ammunition Maybe we could shoot the town or sit around finger
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Hot steam rising from the door, by the tar road. Crawdads kicking in the dirt. Serious cleavage in pink motels. (The) preacher's emptying his bucket
Why does it happen to the worst? Twisted words, twisted world The kind are so far-fetched Penny in a bucket rings out a chime Time when you reach out
It?s just a drop in the bucket ?til the bucket fills up ?Til the bucket fills up it?s just a drop in the bucket It?s a wild card drawn ?til you draw to
when you were there i couldn't meet your stare i was a bad friend in a bad way now i've got nothing left to say i just tell it to my notebooks like i
Bucket's Got A Hole In It 2:46 Trk 18 (Robert Brown) Washboard Sam (Robert Brown) vocal & washboard, Punch Miller - trumpet Bill Broonzy - guitar,