good times, baby) (Good times) Good times (The good times, baby) Yes (Good times) The good times (The good times, baby) Yeah (Good times) (The good times
Перевод: Jackson 5. Good Times.
5, how cute is your size That new, cute mubble, get you horses to drive I paint that picture, cause ain't no nigga Like the one you get from, Mike holla [Michael Jackson
from California Carry 40's but I 'member them times in '79 When I first started to rhyme Sometimes I gots to look back at what it was The good old days
rock" (X4) Verse 2: I need me some new socks, I need me some new drawers I draws attention, like a letter to a sargent Theres A Few Good MC's the
it with Petey cause I'm just another mother (sucker) Blo Pop time (it's Blo Pop time) It's Blo Pop time (it's Blo Pop time) In the mix, the dimension
make your bed rock (Lil Wayne) She got the good good She Michael Jackson bad I'm attracted to her But her attractive ass But now were murders Cause we kill time
the Dusk Is Falling Fast --------------------------------------------------- Six Hours To Lousiana, Black Coffee Going Cold ---------------------------------------------- Dream Time In Lake Jackson
work, move your ass, go berserk Eat your salad, no dessert, get that man you deserve Okay, okay, okay, that's very good I appreciate ya time I want
It's over) It's over? [Lord Superb] Timberland, crack snorkels, jewels, cash insurance Tai hold, fly clothes and El Deramo 5 plus 5 O's, one plus 9 O
Cause I'm the type of man that never turn a woman away Think of this as an invitation Your heart to mine in a conversation So when things get to much to bare like The Jackson 5
Sep 20, 1995 King Single #4841 R&B Chart #5 1955 With Robert 'Bubber' Johnson-piano, Mickey Baker-guitar Milton Hinton-bass, Calvin Shields-drums Willis Jackson
what this is And if I ain't good looking, you can bet my bitch is I done made it off Apple Street like it was 2300 Jackson Street Young Money, can't
That's What This Is And If I Ain't Good Looking, You Can Bet My Bitch Is I Done Made It Off Apple Street Like It Was 2300 Jackson Street Young Money,
-thuggin? mean nothin? Women dream I'm your husband, I'm Alex Pushkin The black poetry-writin? Russian, I?s disgustin? I started bling, how could you question my direction Or my time
is old school like Mary Jane Boston baked beans and candy canes Exchanged look on a number two train Run catch kiss sunshine or rain Jackson 5, Good Times