keep a Roscoe like Kurupt brother Hang out my window, blaow, what up, fucker? Violence sells, but I ain't a violent male But if you violate, I'll play the violin
though we're underneath the same blue sky If I could paint a picture of this melody It would be a violin without its strings And the canvas in my mind, sings the songs
you talking to me? Rock your mouth when I'm not around, it's easy to achieve You cry to weak friends that sympathize Can you hear the violins playing your song
little violin And Bobby Joe played the big violin The one that stands on the floor They were all in the rock-roll band Their first song sounded like
want from me? Money and the record deal Free tickets to the shows and the free meal What you got for me? Besides, or your hang ups and sob stories The violins
m living right in the midst of a fire pit The gang banging and the violence is the sweetest song In a room with the heart of a violin Don't violate my
And wisdom is the principle thing for kings and queens (repeat 2x) Many alliance will end, it's like a sad song From a violin, trapped like daniel's
's your cousin Shanice Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her" "Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol And tomorrow is her first violin
Compliment what she does Send her roses just because If it's violins she loves Let them play Dedicate her favorite song And hold her closer all night
Blue] Yeah, Baby Blue, Woah, I love comin home You blowin on me like a saxophone I'm blowin on you like a trombone You my favorite song when I turn
tops to go topless in While we sit and count the hairs that blossom from our chins Our voices change at a rapid pace I could start a song a tenor and
bat, they'll be your biggest fan. When you're in a pit, they'll pull you out of it. It ain't wrong to write a song, for all your friends to sing along
money, spent all my time) She's so dangerous (Come on baby, give me time) She's so dangerous Violin playing (Love me tenderly) 'Cause I lose myself inside your song
-shake me like a tambourine Some beat me into the wall In the song of my life Baby, you're the violin In the song of my life Baby, you're the violin
front rooms in old towns far from the city With beaten up guitars and hearts full of pity The people gather 'round they sing songs from everywhere They
I feel it, you know I do, love I have never felt such true love Violins keep comin' through, love Dee dee, en dee dee, en dee, en dee dee I feel it when
folk song who seem to find Singing fifty verses of on top of old smokey is twice as enjoyable as singing twenty-five. This type of song also has what
? The wind careens madly Through wide windows paneless Fragrancies mingle In a room full of shade The peons pick partners And waltz cross the ceilings But the violins