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mustard plug

• Alone
  

  
  
  
  I saw you today. Had nothing to say. I just walked on by right on my way. You flashed me a smile, I threw it right back. It wasn`t my miss I know for a fact.

Ryder Mitch

• Devil With The Blue Dress
  

  
  
  
  DEVIL WITH THE BLUE DRESS/GOOD GOLLY MISS MOLLEY By Mitch Ryder Hey, alright, jump up, get it (chorus) (do twice in the beginning) Devil with the blue dress, blue dress, blue ...

Ryker`s

• Brother Against Brother
  

  
  
  
  pride yourself open minded... that what you say just fashion styled spirits altering the straight edge way you`re just like those who you try to stand apart ignorant...

Harlem World f Mase

• All Out (Original)
  

  [Mase] Yo, this go out to radio stations The disc jockeys, college radio Independent market And promotions street team Anybody who put a sticker up Anybody that passed the word bout Harlem World Anybody that kept the buzz goin Everybody that st...

Ex

• $
  

  
  you`re not taken seriously
  by the sleeping crowd
  playing on a stage
  unless you get paid
  we hate their opinions
  we hate their principles
  we don`t want their attention
  unless they wake up some day
  

Limp

• All About Paula
  

  
  
  
  thought she was nice `cause she was kind to animals thought she was fair = cause she`s a vegetarian and now i think twice she seems a little vacant = upstairs i know that`s not nice but neither am i i don`t care what she = thinks ...

Николай Якимов, Михаил Басин

• Возок
  

  Стихи Михаила Басина
  
  Музыка Николая Якимова
  
  
  
  Тише едешь - дальше будешь,
  
  Не спеши, прибудешь в срок.
  
  Хоть в кармане держишь кукиш,
  
  Но толкаешь свой возок.
  

Bellamy Brothers

• Beautiful Body
  

  
  
  
  If I said you have a beautiful Body would you hold it against me? If I swore you were an angel would you treat me like the devil tonight? If I was dying of thirst would your flowing love come quench me? If I said you have a beau...

Havoc and Prodeje f L.V.

• C U When U Get Out
  

  [PRODEJE] Everytime I`m in the hood, I be reminiscin` Thinkin` about my Locs outta dead or in prison How we used to chop it up, how we used to kick it It was kinda wicked through the streets, we was addicted Get the pen and paper, start to write a lett...