- Lil Wayne Yeah, uhhuh David Banner on the beat bitch Hahaha Young Money, Streets I'ma east sider rider, whoa kemosabe Bitches get to stepping like
me That it's a cold world, I done held heat And held myself down, lotta bodies and shells found And niggas into taking everything, that ain't nailed
bettin' and makin' money and every table Women are sweatin' him like he was James Bond or Joe David Yeah, he's satisfied, he's in his element now
night Whateva we doin' we doin' it right But we gonna keep it in da hood 2night, in da hood 2night We gonna roll down peace street to get a room Off Araf David
Its all real, all ill, and all natural We all kill, all still, an blast at you I like blood, I like tasting ya flesh I like slugs, I like David Keresh
that all people fall But what would you expect knowing David and Paul Have you met 'em? Them fellas know how we need grace They did bad deeds only God could erase 'Cause David
Leo Sayer & David Courtney you contend that you'll never got back to her again you're as free as a night without end so you tell your friends just what
he said I just wanna sleep yo what a long capitol crust gallop my charriot burning and aweful enigma sprung by the sling of david appears gutterbug
[Lil' Wayne - Intro:] Yeah, uh huh David Banner on the beat bitch Hahaha Young Money, Streets [Lil' Wayne - Verse 1:] I'm a east sider rider, whoa kemosabe
David Bowie, the price is right A suitful of compassion and a gobful of shite Still the voices of those who doubt Coca-Cola for the peasants to end this drought David
prisoners 'Cause we got the hammer and we got the nails We got the hammer and we got the nails We got the hammer and we got the nails And the two pieces
o regato, A© uma fonte, A© um pedaA§o de pA?o A? o fundo do poA§o, A© o fim do caminho No rosto o desgosto, A© um pouco sozinho A spear, a spike, a point, a nail
is 'ead inside a noose ! The man must hang [crowd] Maybe his nerve will fail him !- They've gotta try to nail him !- They've gotta trail an' jail him
tremble tremble tremble Were you there when they crucified my Lord Were you there when they nailed him to the tree Were you there when they nailed him
DAVID WILCOX BREAKFAST AT THE CIRCUS 1987 PUSH PUSH PUSH Into the struggle we're born Some people call it a rat race Blind ambition all over his face
) Arthur barrow (bass) Ed mann (percussion) David ocker (clarinet, bass clarinet) Motorhead sherwood (tenor saxophone, vocals) Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals) David
I got the whole rap world on my shoulders They tryin' to see further than I am And I have been tryin' to be patient with they preoccupation With David
on. I thought nothin' of it as I grabbed the remote I pushed the power button, and I then almost choked When I heard this aweful voice comin' from behind, it said "You turned off David