[Instrumental]
drive Turn the radio down if they playin' that bullshit They don't want black people to think he drive He think he live (Common) He think he live, he think he cold
The first thing I remember Was the friction in the room And that brown spinet piano That never played in tune The cruel impatient tyrant The frustrated
has been brought to you by the makers of The Way We Swing, and the Underground Talkhowyalike Posse I feel like a nice big bowl of cereal, icy cold milk
slide I electrify the next to try to tangle With Madchild, will get worked from every angle I dismantle and handle with chaos and mayhem And cold
up on top, we still rock You can see me back on top you can see me when we stop You can feel it when we rock, we got shit locked We do not get cold we
With that frozen ice firecracker (everybody rise) Get your panties off ho this ship is ready to attack Somebody get on the piano I'm calling John Cusack
been gone Cold and lonely every night Now you're gone from my arms I got no one to keep me warm And cold and lonely is the forecast tonight [ piano ]
home By itself, it's just a cold metallic thing Only love can make a golden wedding ring In a little wedding chapel, later on that afternoon An old upright piano
, nigga It's that real shit Even though what we do is wrong We still hustle 'til the sun come up Crack a 40 when the sun go down It's a cold winter,
Let's Rock While The Rockin's Good 2:17 Little Willie John (Kennedy) Recorded NYC Jun 11, 1958 King Single #5142 With Ernie Hayes-piano, George Barnis
lots of friends and my life is pretend and i'll run and i'll run and i won't understand how my feet stick out the cold desert breeze and people drink
me u don't gotta know how I does it the best and this is the guideline on how to keep fresh flow blue streak like Tully, and im so gully rhyme so cold
piano] This song though does differ strikingly from the genuine folk ballad in that in this song the words which are supposed to rhyme - actually do. [piano
[ piano ] We went fishin' me and him and he knew I couldn't swim So this playfull little lad liked to drown his lovin' dad Nearly cought my death of cold
You'll find him in the strangest of places Jangling a coffee cup outside store twenty-four But he's not a beggar 'till the cold settles in And he swears
the city goes Huck Down the beckonin' streets of opportunity And a whistling his favorite river song And a bad blind nigger at the piano Puts a sinister
bring you down Buy me a beer that I can taste Like the kisses that you waste 'Cos I'm out of legal tender Big deal, there's a little rust in my piano
