Me no bubbletious Me smoke heavy tar Me be grooving slowly where you are Notify your next of kin 'Cause you're never coming back I've been dropping beats
dwelt near Solway-side; And Brandy Jean, that took her gill, In Galloway sae wide. And Black Joan, frae Crichton-Peel, 0' gipsy kith an kin: Five wighter
the kitchen till the morning light Lousianna saturday night Awaitin in the front yard Sittin' on a log A single shot rifle and a one eyed dog Yonder come my kin
don't forget our kin From Boston we send more guns and we tell them they can win Then we turn back to our green beer and to MacNamaras Band It's true
Was my first year at marching band camp You never played the part as it was written You would always vamp You was always cracking me up Messing with the band
poorhouse that was near Then like a flash the black sheep's words came ringing in his ear A wagon drives up to the door it is the poorhouse band The
the wagon Keep in touch with mama kin Tell her where you gone and been Livin' out your fantasy Sleepin' late and smokin' tea Keep in touch with mama kin
depth if you boys really real enough This is La Familia, I'll explain later But for now, let me get back to this paper I'm a couple bands down and I'm
(feat. St. Lunatics) (HO!) (HEY!) [Chorus] See the band played on (Getcha, getcha, getcha, I better getcha) And they was singin my song (Getcha, getcha
came to me this morning and you handled me like meat. You?d have to be a man to know how good that feels, how sweet. My mirrored twin, my next of kin
the show But we don't go for that, so while we blow BAND MEMBER: Hi-ho, lackadaise, for it's a natural fact I ain't no kin, but I would like to get in
forget our kin From Boston we send more guns and we tell them they can win Then we turn back to our green beer and to MacNamara's Band It's true friends
(feat. Robbie Williams) Me no bubbletious Me smoke heavy tar Me be groovin' slowly where you are Notify your next of kin 'Cause you're never coming back
niggas cuz that's how we [Q-Tip] get down [Q-Tip] comin with the brand new quickly we pant to the young black man with intentions to band you see that
Benz Might thicken up your friends Thicken up your hens Make you feel like Charles Dickens dippin' with your pen But you can see like Stevie do by looking at your kin
mort pour le reve europeen hein parait qu'ici leur vie ne valait rien ne crois pas kil veulent regnier kil sont afrikin kin mort dans le detroit comme a patrikin kin
(feat. Kylie Minogue) Me no bubbletious Me smoke heavy tar Me be groovin' slowly where you are Notify your next of kin 'Cause you're never coming back
