here to team number 2 Twiztid are you ready? Man fuck you we ready Do you have a song selected? Yeah we got a song What you wanna go with Man it don'
that I know how Just rare back, open up and let 'er fly. CHORUS I sang a special solo song In church one Sunday morn' And I was plumb embarassed to my chin
my life a-giving folks the living water And the bread of life they just can't live without Instead of spending all that time a-writing songs that answer
jin things aint been the same since you left 106 and park remember when them cats hit you with them Chinese jokes you came back hard and held it down for Chinese folks
the words you use to describe that bruise That's basic language I hitch hike and sang the songs That everybody knew and sang along To amuse myself I wrote some songs
Where ya been? What ya been doin'? What took you so long? I was wanderin' 'round this mean old town Chin down on my chest My brows were beaten, my pride
by LaserLight Digital. This song is a tradition Chinese folk song, written by Luo Bin Wang, who spent over the last 40+ years of his life studying the songs
s seven a.m. on the dot, and a perfect sixty-eight degrees out there to start the school year off right. Just a reminder folks, Heartsville's annual
roo la, too roo li ay For meeting is pleasure And parting is pain And if I have a great concert Maybe I won't have to sing those folk songs again Oh
to let welfare feed him Now it's back to Chinese food, no more eatin' that four seasons (naw) You'd prolly try to shoot me after this song Because me
Not paying phone bills, hydro or rent And my mom makes most meals So it?s so ill, I don?t need no skrill only cash for gas when I borrow my folks?
home still Not paying phone bills Hydro or rent And my mom makes most meals So it's so I'll I don't need no scrill Only cash for gas When I borrow my folks
Im Like Frankin You Being A Thug Wrong If We Was In The Bullpen I Have You Standing Up On The Toilet Singing Love Songs When You Go To Bust A Nigga Always
for a living man beleive me Souljaboy tell em make this ish look peice of cake Rock holder hollerin out im the man Folk star face beezy Soulja Boy pa chino
scope beamin I'm tired of dreamin, I wanna hit the big screen and but keep an open eye for them cats who stay schemin [irish folk song]
