give anything To be in with the better half But how many friends must I have To begin with to make you laugh [CHORUS:] Will you still have a song to sing When the razor boy
give anything To be in with the better half But how many friends must I have To begin with to make you laugh Will you still have a song to sing When the razor boy
give anything To be in with the better half But how many friends must I have To begin with to make you laugh CHORUS: Will you still have a song to sing When the razor boy
Vertaling: Goodrum, Billy. Razor Boy.
Vertaling: Me Myself Irene soundtrack. Razor Boy [billy Goodrum].
Vertaling: Steely Dan. Razor Boy.
Intro Hey, boy! Verse 1 Once upon a time a DJ's task Was just to play records, what more could you ask? But then came remixes
up, your eye will get swoll up Suckers who flexed yo, their deaths got tolled up, holled up 'Cause I'm not the nigga to toy with boy with the big mouth
] Microphone King Donald D the notorious, yeah [ Bronx Style Bob ] This is Bronx Style Bob... [ Ice-T ] Nat The Cat, boy [ Randy Mac ] Randy Mac One in a million on your back, boy
bitch Thug war, jet-black cats kick in your drug store Cook off this table, the cheddar is what we came for Aim for, lay down boy, this ain't no game
just dealing no foundation or floor plan, just building check it, nights bright but the daya??s dark covered in tattooa??s ,but hate art these egg shella??s I walk on are razor
, black top, Novacane boy Got some rum, long horn drum Detonate with the suicide gate Test tube, still born, daze Chump scum plays in the razor's haze
mafiosos then I'm bringin' on Haitian Sicilians Nobody's shootin', my body's made of hand grenade Girl bled to death while she was tongue-kissing a razor
everyday, it ain't no other way That's how it is until they put me in a grave, nigga I'm in the livin' room lookin' at the news Got a razor and some
eye on the Lo where Mr. 'Cause we comin' with hammers and drivers With the buddahs and rugars and shot cruisers and rovers Diamond crooks takin' it over With razors
remember the time, place and the weather from the day you said hi to me and I say hello brooklyn (Verse 3-Jay-Z) Brooklyn you crazy look how you made me razor
shit, pullin up in trucks flossin The bosses, we scare 'em straight, it's not a game How we bully shit, you fuck around and get your food ate boy My razor
