Ralph Tres'vant, Ralph Hawkins Jr, Paul Minor, Kevin Guillaume & Damian Johnson Ten O'clock, in my ride Drivin down the 95 Gettin to my baby's house
Who bought our records word and continue to buy them That's right Dana Goodman To all the people who play them, ha ha word thank you Thanks Sandra, yeah thanks Paul
(Tim Johnson/Rory Lee/Paul Overstreet) We don't like to go out shoppin', We don't care what's on sale. We just want to sit with a bag full of chips,
' sex machine baby, just give me some mo' Larry Graham, thank you man, for play that thumb Louis Johnson and Marcus Miller, you gotta give them some Anthony Jackson, Paul
E&J, then a little puff or two Get some butt, then kick out the slut, you's a bugaboo (haha) Weak dressers, in the ring I'm Mr. Wonderful Paul Orndorff
stop his modem cold to minimize the scene cutting out all the lyrical coherence because we know how to up-upload it this is a Paul mix man we all wish
friday, the highway Feelin real good like when the lakers traded vlade Could that be sade' in the next lane? I see her through my windowpane, I wonder if she knows that cat dwayne Johnson
Written by: Harry Nilsson Vocals: Harry Nilsson Drums: Richie Snare Bass: Klaus Voorman Piano: Nicky Hopkins Guitars: Paul Keough, Les Thatcher Percussion
, vocals) Mike Keneally (guitar, synthesizer, vocals) Bobby Martin (keyboards, vocals) Ed Mann (percussion) Walt Fowler (trumpet) Bruce Fowler (trombone) Paul
live broadcast of a Prairie Home Companion Coming to form WLT, your friendly neighbour station From the Fitzgerald Theater here in downtown St Paul With all your friends The Johnson
about those hearts that's been put up on a shelf It will introduce a lonely soul to a lonely someone else Love helps those who cannot help themselves Mr.Johnson
less cared for his fate And he knew no peace of mind when his trial was comin' by The judge said, "You are guilty you must die" But Paul Crump is alive
me nigga [Verse 2:] Big dick, bitch, big balls We the kind that supply the rock like Chris Paul The same kind that aim 9's, insane conscious Then we get rid of +The Rock+ like Duane Johnson
's in them drugs They make you spit slugs, leave marks in the floor Yo, I stomp through the yard, I march through the hall Charles Bronson them hard, Jack Johnson
(Dedicated to the Athletes of the 1984 Olympics) Music by Alan Paul, Randy Waldman & Wayne Johnson Lyrics by Alan Paul There's an infinity of ways And
[DMX] Uhh (huh) yeah, it is what it is Yah'mean? We untouchable baby [Chorus: Syleena Johnson] I keep my song in my soul Blessed my heart and made it
