[The Game talking] The young Roy Jones of this rap shit Somebody bout to get knocked the fucked out tonight man You better tell your boy somethin, you
Doug Atwell fiddle Donald Lindley drums John Ciambotti bass Gurf Morlix guitar Richard Bennett acoustic guitar Jimn Lauderdale harmony
HONKY TONK WOMEN WRITERS MICK JAGGER, KEITH RICHARDS I met a gin-soaked barroom queen in Memphis, She tried to take me upstairs for a ride. She had
GIMME SHELTER WRITERS MICK JAGGER, KEITH RICHARDS Oh, a storm is threatening My very life today If I don't get some shelter Oh yeah, I'm gonna fade
Written by Boyz II Men, Durrell Bottoms, Jamar Jones, Todd Huston, Vivian S. Green, and Richard Smallwood Dear God, It's me again...I am so far from
Juanita Bynum Maya Angelou, Bishop T.D. Jakes Madam C.J. Walker, Bishop Noel Jones Moms Mabley, Reverend Blake Scott Aretha Franklin, Reverend Jamal Bryant Dorothy Dandridge, Richard
(Strummer/Jones) I would love to be the lucky one on chill avenue Who could keep your heart warm when ice has turned it blue But with the beggin' sleeping
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are spoke for That provokes war, stand out like cold sores You claim that you hard but you wholecore George Bush and CIA, you movin old or I Wright like Richard
(feat. Eric Clapton) (Richard M Jones) [Chorus:] I'm troubled in mind, I'm blue But I won't be blue always You know the sun gonna shine On my back door
the craft the rain had me chilled to the bones just the three of us took flight that night Uncle Richard, me, and James Earl Jones and the pilot he
(Richard Mills/Stan Jones) You dusty eyes were soft and glowin' when first I met you, Hannah Lee. There was no way for me a-knowin' the sorrow your sweet
Ah, Ah, Ah [x2] [Verse 3: Andy] You see my man Dan Large he's out of this world And the People Under The Stairs are out of this world Mr. Mark Jones
, stretchin out to L.A. Not double oh seven but we +Die Another Day+, what [Chorus] [Tha Trademarc] I tear up any track, front to back Like Roy Jones
down that slight bet Word my word heard you'll get curved like a Nike, check! [Interlude: Vado] Check! Check! Fly! Ayo, they call us the new Harlem Knights, man! We like Richard
How to go and come back with the package gone Just stacks of cash beyond [Chorus: Juelz + Jones] And ya'll nigaz betta cuff ya girls Cuz Santana and jones