You've Come a Long Way, Baby
Fatboy Slim lyrics
Fatboy Slim lyrics
"Gangster Tripping Lyrics"
Nadezak Lyrics
Op de paddestoel zat een grote dikke blauwe rups. Hij zat met zijn armen over elkaar op z'n gemak een waterpijpje te roken. Rustig, kalm, alles op zijn gemak Pottoe, me graai, ik ben dus nadezak Hier komt de witte me provocale provocatie met een voorstel voor wiet-legalisatie. De Nederlandse isse geniaal dus altijd eve kap ablomentje roze taal. Ik rook een wiet sigaar. Tabak, filter en ibizla Samengerold in een geheel me ne lange rizla. Ik steek hem op een passeer em in het rond Heeft iedereen van de klik een toeter in z'n mond Raar eens wat ik riek.... rikke tik-tik-tik-tik-tik wiet Ik stink naar de smoor. Ik open de ramen van de wagen hoor, want ik overhoor je als de rijkswacht en politie levenslang jagen op de wiet is mijn missie Conclu
Op de paddestoel zat een grote dikke blauwe rups. Hij zat met zijn armen over elkaar op z'n gemak een waterpijpje te roken. Rustig, kalm, alles op zijn gemak Pottoe, me graai, ik ben dus nadezak Hier komt de witte me provocale provocatie met een voorstel voor wiet-legalisatie. De Nederlandse isse geniaal dus altijd eve kap ablomentje roze taal. Ik rook een wiet sigaar. Tabak, filter en ibizla Samengerold in een geheel me ne lange rizla. Ik steek hem op een passeer em in het rond Heeft iedereen van de klik een toeter in z'n mond Raar eens wat ik riek.... rikke tik-tik-tik-tik-tik wiet Ik stink naar de smoor. Ik open de ramen van de wagen hoor, want ik overhoor je als de rijkswacht en politie levenslang jagen op de wiet is mijn missie Conclu
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Leave My Blues at Home Lyrics
by Gregg Allman Copyright 1970 Unichappell Inc. and Elijah Blue Music (BMI) I been trapped inside four walls, feel like I can't call to no one ah, way out on the outside. Well livin' alone is easy, but too long just don't seem really quite the thing to do, no. Think I'll drink up a little more wine, to ease my worried mind. And walk down on the street, and leave my blues at home. All behind. The landlord is on my line, I can't get no peace of mind. But I know there's something better. I can't stay and I can't run, can't keep waitin' for someone to find and go roll. Well I'll gather up all my four leaf clovers. Don't leave, I'm on my way over. A walk down on the street, and leave my blues at home. All behind. And I feel I have to scream whenever I get the notion.
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No Woman No Cry Lyrics
no woman no cry no woman no cry said said, said i remember where we used to sit in the goverment yard in trenchtown observing the hippocrites mingle with the good people we meet everythings gonna be alright everthings gonna be okay everythings gonna everythings gonna everythings gonna be alright
I fuck with your woman by Gregg Allman Copyright 1970 Unichappell Inc. and Elijah Blue Music (BMI) I been trapped inside four walls, feel like I can't call to no one ah, way out on the outside. Well livin' alone is easy, but too long just don't seem really quite the thing to do, no. Think I'll drink up a little more wine, to ease my worried mind. And walk down on the street, and leave my blues at home. All behind. The landlord is on my line, I can't get no peace of mind. But I know there's something better. I can't stay and I can't run, can't keep waitin' for someone to find and go roll. Well I'll gather up all my four leaf clovers. Don't leave, I'm on my way over. A walk down on the street, and leave my blues at home. All behind. And I feel I have to scream whenever I get the notion.
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No Woman No Cry Lyrics
no woman no cry no woman no cry said said, said i remember where we used to sit in the goverment yard in trenchtown observing the hippocrites mingle with the good people we meet everythings gonna be alright everthings gonna be okay everythings gonna everythings gonna everythings gonna be alright
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Individual Lyrics
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