'tal an dremm meur 'Lare d'e dad ur beure: "marc'heien war lein ar bre !" The warrior's son he said "Look at the horses on the top of the hills" Marc
halon 'tal an dremm meur 'Lare d'e dad ur beure: "marc'heien war lein ar bre !" The warrior's son he said "Look at the horses on the top of the hills
at last here I am on the hill overlooking El Paso I can see Rose's cantina below My love is strong and it pushes me onward Down off the hill to Felina
to say If you please, go back up the track This train?s got to run today I spent a little time on the mountain I spent a little time on the hill I heard
rode for sixteen days The horses were thirsty and tired On the trail of a renegade chief One he'd come to admire The soldiers hid behind the hills That
She held lightening in her hand It's been cornered by the man I pretend no answering riot As we hid it on the hill we ran Fuel the mission With our passion
, ain't I, ain't I, ain't I, ain't I, ain't I, ain't I? Ain't I in the ville? Ain't I on the hill? Ain't I on a pill? Ain't I, ain't I real? Okay, my
, oh my, stay focused [Jones] PC blowticious, Lamborghini, its audicious, From Harlem to Hollywood I'm still hood, 500 horses stuffed in my Ferarri hood,(SPEEDING!!) Fuck niggas talk bout MCs on my hills
tonight? All there neon lights shining bright Are you looking for a place to stay To get away, don't get away And the days are horses down the hill Running
to ride in a one-horse open sleigh Dashing through the snow in a one-horse open sleigh Over the hill we go laughing all the way Bells on bob-tails ring
this shit Often niggaz try to shoot but they miss I been provin' to hit so you know it's really real I went from chillin' on the hills to signin' deals
the bitch cum Said, "Hell, of a nigga am I" Humpty Dumpty, fell off the wall 'Cause a hoe on the Ave. was sucking his balls All the king's horses and
to the 'Ville And in fact we can all get loose on the porch And of course, hit Church Hill Downs, thow some in on a horse Or we can hit dem St. Clair
you with the hardcore Bring it raw, like the red, dead meat, in your plate (Bring it raw, motherfucka) And I'll fill you up with the energy the hill create (Will the hill
Cowboy Well, I'm packin' up my game an' I'm a head out west Where real women come equipped with scripts an' fake breasts Find a nest in the hills, chill
entrance, Disguised as my apprentice Nonequivalent sibilance in every sentence Send a message up by horse Back to the castle, through the forests Over the hill
Say what, say what Just roll up! What's the hold up unload and reload up. Hellfire....Handle the hill? shellfire Kill quiet like a knife on the front