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' nothing to me Don't you know that. You make me love you, love you, baby. With a little L. Why does it have to be like this?. I can never tell Seems like you're stepping on the pieces of my broken shell
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Song Abc (The Alphabet Song) - Dora The Explorer. A B C D E F G. H I J K L M N O P. Q R S . T U V . W X . Y and Z. Now i know my Abc. next time want sing with me.
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forever we'll last Don't sit around and wait for all. The great things in your life, sweetie. Little things mean, little things mean. L-l-little things mean a lot Giving me the best doesn't mean. Giving
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Bài hát Chuck E's In Love - Rickie Lee Jones. How come he don't come and p. l. p. with me. Down at the meter no more?. How come he turn off the TV. And he hang that sign on the door?. We call and we
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P. L. O. style Buddha monks with the owls. P. L. O. style Buddha monks with the owls. P. L. O. style Buddha monks with the owls. P. L. O. style Here comes the ruckus the motherfucking ruckus
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Attention, all you niggaz, all you bitches. Time to put down the Cristal, time to take off the ice for a minute. Time to throw a little mud in this motherfucker. . {*barking*} Turn me up some
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hands up, make 'em touch, touch (Make it real loud). Give me that thing that I love (I'll turn the lights out). Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch (Make it real loud). . (A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E) Make
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Yo! It's The Lonely Island. We got our man Jorm. Kiv's in the house. And me? You know who the "f" I am. And if not, let me spell it out. They call me D-U-D-E-T-H-A-T-H-A-S-S-E-X-W-I-T-H-P-I-G-S
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{There, there, there, there} Put aside the everyday world and come with us. Into the realm of imagination. The middle ground between light and shadow. Incomprehensible U N K L E Would've
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where you stand?. B-I-Double L-Y-D-A-N-Z-E (Danze). Back with a vengeance, listen Mr. Simmer. Before I throw copper tops through the back of your skimmer. Y'all niggas remember, 1-9-9-3 (M-O-P) what it's
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Mother Goose. Never should have ever let that Jack get loose. But that little boy blue. Keeps messing all the things he gets his hands into Now look what you've done. Stuck in your thumb. Pulled
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the E. The S to the N to the double O P I'm a take you on a trip, so beat the game I display man. I run it to you in a gangsta kinda way. It's all good when you dealin' wit tha locc. Stilll blazed
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Song Try - P!nk. Ever wonder about what he's doing. How it all turned to lies. Sometimes I think that it's better to never ask why. Where there is desire. There is gonna be a flame. Where there is a
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Bandstand. In Philadelphia P. A. Deep in the heart of Texas. And 'round the Frisco Bay. All over St. Louis. Way down in New Orleans. All the cats want to dance with. Sweet little sixteen 'Cause
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Song Momma's Little Jewel - Mott The Hoople. Momma's little jewel, just out of school. Fresh from the nuns that made you. Don't know why but I'm going to try. To re-in-celibate you. Momma's little
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Song Momma's Little Jewel - Mott The Hoople. Momma's little jewel, just out of school. Fresh from the nuns that made you. Don't know why but I'm going to try. To re-in-celibate you. Momma's little
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. Well her daughter came home one afternoon and didn't even stop to play. She said Mom I got a note here from the Harper Valley P. T. A. The note said Mrs. Johnson, you're wearing your dresses way too
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turn the lights on). Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch (make it real loud). . (A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E) Make it real loud. (A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E) Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch. (A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E
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others live their dream. But mama she said to me. (Mama she said). One day my love you'll see. Pretty's on the inside. See it in your own eyes. Look a little closer in the mirror tonight. Pretty's on the
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Bài hát Gangsta's Paradise (feat. L. V. ) - Coolio, L. V. As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death . I take a look at my life and realize there's nothing left . Cause I've been blastin
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, . Ain't got no rats. . (Background) S-I-M-P, (Candace & Background)Squirrels in my pants! . (Street Performer 1) S to the I to the M to the P, . Then maybe you can be moving like me. . (Street Performer 2
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. London to Ibiza. Straight to L. A. New York. Vegas to Africa. Dance the night away. Live your life and stay out on the floor. Dance the night away. *** somebody drink a little more. La la la la la la la
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a fallen angel who's lost his wings and left out in the cold. . Ooooh L. A. connection. Oh L. A. connection. L. A. connection, yeah. . Operator place a call keep secret but it through
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Como? Yeah, yeah. Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz. That little Cuban from Miami, Pitbull. I appreciate y'all giving me the oppurtunity to spit on this *. Go head When it comes to these hoes. Y'all
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a little pink pool. . And he's simply left us on our own. Left us stranded in the wilderness. And took away the zone. No we won't need him anymore. He left a basket at the orphanage. The baby's
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be rockin on bandstand. In Philadelphia P. A. Deep in the heart of Texas. And 'round the Frisco Bay. All over St. Louis. Way Down in New Orleans. All the Cats wanna dance with. Sweet Little
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be rockin on bandstand. In Philadelphia P. A. Deep in the heart of Texas. And 'round the Frisco Bay. All over St. Louis. Way Down in New Orleans. All the Cats wanna dance with. Sweet Little
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be rockin on bandstand. In Philadelphia P. A. Deep in the heart of Texas. And 'round the Frisco Bay. All over St. Louis. Way Down in New Orleans. All the Cats wanna dance with. Sweet Little
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be rockin on bandstand. In Philadelphia P. A. Deep in the heart of Texas. And 'round the Frisco Bay. All over St. Louis. Way Down in New Orleans. All the Cats wanna dance with. Sweet Little
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be rockin on bandstand. In Philadelphia P. A. Deep in the heart of Texas. And 'round the Frisco Bay. All over St. Louis. Way Down in New Orleans. All the Cats wanna dance with. Sweet Little
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be rockin on bandstand. In Philadelphia P. A. Deep in the heart of Texas. And 'round the Frisco Bay. All over St. Louis. Way Down in New Orleans. All the Cats wanna dance with. Sweet Little
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ride? Rip van winkle sleepin' nigga woke up and became a G. But you still don't impress tha e-z. Smoke a little Sherm now you call that * the chronic. Niggas on the west side call it bionic. I
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well come along and try the ace. Yeah, nigga~! Chorus Styles P. Burn an MC like an arsonist. Tell him I'm the hardest in the game when he market it. Seven-six-oh, L. I. and it's carpeted. Five
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a hot crustacean band. Each little clam here. Know how to jam here. Under the sea. Each little slug here. Cuttin' a rug here. Under the sea. Each little snail here. Know how to wail here. That's why
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Song L. o. s. t. - Iggy Pop. I got my work, I got my work. The profit of doom is walking the beach. With a psychotic, breakdown, cardboard sign. Everything's faked and there's nothing to teach. And
