Traduction: Marley, Bob. Roots, Rock, Reggae (avec Steven Tyler et Joe Perry).
and E Money Bags And a conversation over shrimp and lobster And Benny Hiners heard Chico stopped boxin, and started robbin diners Shout out to Clanvis and Clutch, Bob
those things that only he could do Charlie Christian started a new thing And, oh my, how Billie Holiday could sing Alan Freed rock and rolled, Joe Turner
Lyrics & Music: Bob Dylan; Published by Warner Brothers Hey Joe, you got it Right, blow horn You must leave now Take what you need, you think will
hard... JOE: And cleaner than Lucille... SY BORG: Plooking on me... JOE: What have I been missing All these years? SY BORG: Too hard JOE: Sy... SY BORG: Too hard JOE
"And when you feelin down.. recharge!" [Wyclef] Now and, forevers, them emperors, are nova The lovin, the huggin, will never be over [Pras] Back up
world So be my girl, my girl, my girl And love me just like a movie [Verse 2] I can see you hangin out in the court yard Lookin fly and you finally comin
sing my melody If ya wanna join in go ahead and sing We can dance all night baby you and me Oh Oh, Oh Oh Yeah we gonna get down and party Celebrate
cabin, More b-thces than a pageant, I keep a house full n-gga call me bob sagat, Spending time backwards, Hotter than a cactus, And we ain't in the building
lines, an extra thermos of Joe He'll be kickin' in heads at the punk rock show, yeah Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what Bob's the kinda guy who knows
lines, an extra thermos of Joe He'll be kickin' in heads at the punk rock show, yeah Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what Bob's the kinda guy who
Bob Segar to Joe Louis n' his arena and now me Paradime the mic of overachievers Smokin sewer caps bottom feeders and parking meters A bunch of bad dudes in the mad brew and
world So be my girl, my girl, my girl And love me just like a movie [Verse 2] I can see you hangin out in the court yard Lookin fly and you finally
rock my world So be my girl, my girl, my girl And love me just like a movie I can see you hangin out in the court yard Lookin fly and you finally comin
Ooh-ooh Old Mr. Joe, he build a house away On top of some hill Old Mr. Joe knew he had to go, so he He got right down and wrote bank will He say now,
those things that only he could do Charlie Christian started a new thing And, oh my, how Billie Holiday could sing Alan Freed rock and rolled Joe Turner
