play a good song Been trying to get through all night long ?Cause I need some inspiration to call her up If you could play something by George Strait
deejay play a good song Been trying to get through all night long ?Cause I need some inspiration to call her up If you could play something by George
Oversættelse: Harrison, George. The Hunted Child.
what you wanna say The state of love Has an answer to Everybody's always talkin' bout being special, yes they do Everybody always wants to hunt you down
Georgia Raised on Southern Baptist morals In a front row pew for the Sunday roll call Everybody praise the Lord, ya'll I grew up, learned how to hunt
beloved in this here town Now the union boys are there To protect us from all the corporate type While curious George's drug patrol Is out here hunting
layin' niggaz Stretched out, focus, see you come back triple When we O.T. cut it with bakin' soda, acquire now Strategize, gettin' paper like the [Incomprehensible] Jamaicans And them George
better If I know better, I don't know better The bartender looks like George Best Plenty of them do Look at the way that George went astray And has
Or is it man that I described Tell me Ironwolf are you really that bad Or is it man's own fears inside So Ironwolf do you know why Man wants to hunt
, we're on the hunt We're fighting evil We're fighting evil one person at a time Unknown Choral Lyrics Spoken: (President George W. Bush) Thank you
no interviews) You know I keep my ear to the streets So it's up to me to bring you the truth I saw a movie were George Bush Had a bearded man on his
a sec We need everything wet Don't give a fuck about what you said It's off the rilla my nigga Contracts, dope pillas, it's all about the skrillas From George
ship and he'd be sinkin' I told him " come back when you're sober." Drunk ass punk on a motherfuckin' hunt for red october Don't even catch
The jocks and bikers, they all came to kick it in the sticks So pop a top and drop a tailgate Yeah, we cranking up AC DC, Hank, Skynrd and George Strait
Tiempo de amar Cristo esta con nosotros No cierres tu puerta Dale tu vida Oooooooh, abre tu corazón. Duet with Pete Orta Written by George Cocchini, Hunter
Man in Chair: [spoken] Act two of "The Drowsy Chaperone" begins with this: a hunting lament of a very depressed bride. Now, when you are listening to
[king george] Its the k the I the n to the g Everybody in richtown should know me You know the motherfukcing pyscho Better yet the nigga whos the cuttrought
, and even the haters admitted I can spit it This rapping is a sport to me Break it down importantly Whiter then a kilo bitch I'm bringing Boston George