never gets old Most girls is diggers who ain't 'gon never hit gold I get under the sun when the weather get cold 8 ball five when the seven gets old [
how you (run around?) to lick them lips and when i do, shawty you don't even trip and keep it rumble band for my (crib?) keep it fly for my seven (
UP WAKE UP DEAD MAN Jesus. I'm waiting here boss I know you're looking out for us but maybe your hands aren't free your Father. He made the world in seven
across the land every rockin' band Was blowing up a storm The guitarman got famous The businessman got rich And in every bar there was a super star With a seven
land every rockin' band was blowin' up a storm and the guitar man got famous the business man got rich and in every bar there was a superstar with a seven
the land every rockin' band Was blowing up a storm The guitarman got famous The businessman got rich And in every bar there was a super star With a seven
One two three o clock 4 o clock rock five six seven o clock eight o clock rock nine ten eleven o clock twelve o clock rock we gonna rock around the clock
One, two, three o' clock, four o' clock rock. Five, six, seven o' clock, eight o' clock rock. Nine, ten, eleven o' clock, twelve o' clock rock. We gonna
(Hello) There goes the gal, In the pretty skirt with the Golden smile that made you feel new. Like when the marching band strolls the street, You know
She was the rose of Sharon from paradise lost From the city of seven hills near the place of the cross. I was playing a show in Miami in the theater of
the lies I told were true Like the time I told that cowboy that you used to be a man And the doctor you were datin' that you hide your wedding band
me through the dark Seven days, seven candles In my window lighting your way Your favorite record's on the turntable I drop the needle and pray (Turn it up) Band
woman in labor She said by the grace of God I'll have this child And the help of a neighbor Six o'clock the sun was rising All upon the world Seven forty
Stoller) [Originally by Elvis Presley] The warden threw a party in the county jail. The prison band was there and they began to wail. The band was
have a power, take back it's mine We have a power We are alive [Nas:] I'm God's hit man Chopard wrist band New York crown jewel No if-and's Top five
a black velvet band Before judge and jury next morning Both of us did appear A gentleman claimed his jewelry And the case against us was clear Now seven
