(by David Bowie) I, I will be king And you, you will be queen Though nothing will drive them away We can beat them, just for one day We can be Heroes
sexually, I'd like a sample But I don't think I'm ready 4 U 2 make me an example I mean - come on - why front on I'd never place time - queen in your
the seals' blood from the ocean, Drink the whole ocean dry Steal the moonshine from the night-time, Steal the sun from the sky Black-skinned warrior, zulu queen
and I read it, it said [G-Dep] What da deal son? It's ya nigga Teals in the field, and it's real son I'mma have to steal one Caught up on the run with
["New Jersey Drive" soundtrack] [Queen Latifah] Yo what's up this is Queen Latifah in the house Definetely representin Jersey on the love love Coolin
done When I find that I have to run Lyrics to music by the King of Swing, The 45 King The words we bring I write, and sing Cause I am Latifah, the Queen
And it wont be long No it wont be long No it wont be long Because it can't be long Chorus: Rain on my frustration Save my queen now break this Wash
to be really far from his king far from his infinite blood thirst, too far to call them right for him Rise... fly high and steal his soul... angels of
door Got to play your harp until your lips bleed ... They say patriotism is the last refuge To which a scoundrel claime Steal a little, and they'll throw you in jail Steal
the G's, the killas, and the ballers, and the dealers See where I'm from you either rate us, hate us or steal us And right about now all the cap peelers
Boy Up In This Thang Puttin Shawty To Sleep Im Ready For Wateva If You Know Wat I Mean Come Hur Lil Shawty You Dat Bootymeat Queen Bootymeat In My Face
Up In This Thang Puttin Shawty To Sleep Im Ready For Wateva If You Know Wat I Mean Come Hur Lil Shawty You Dat Bootymeat Queen Bootymeat In My Face
suicide How he kick it in the head when he was twenty-five Speed jive don't want to stay alive When you're twenty-five And wendy's stealing clothes from
about his suicide How he kick it in the head when he was twenty-five Speed jive don't want to stay alive When you're twenty-five Wendy's stealing clothes
Queen & Country, freedom cry God & Glory, Do or Die Propaganda, Spin and Lie Who are you fighting for. CHORUS You do the shooting - they do the looting