for downtown trash and void collection Four blocks, run and hide, don't walk alone at night Cityscapes, cities change before they die Four blocks, I should mention in a song
oh Yeah We're going downtown, oh yeah We're going downtown, oh yeah We're going downtown, oh yeah We're going downtown, oh yeah Sing - sing - sing - sing - sing my song
I look better Shows me up and spits me out And then wants my eyes home And sings a song When I'm gone, gone, gone I got a friend Shoots me up and downtown
need you to say something baby Uh, I am the topic of conversation, this a celebration Let's toast to the fact that I moved out my momma's basement To a condo downtown
God! Welcome to my nightmare!" "And now! The plywood room, Higher top swing go'ers, Celebrity motorlodge! In gorgeous downtown 'Seven Hills' is thrilled to present, The inevitable song
Let's go downtown and watch the modern kids, Let's go downtown and talk to the modern kids, They will eat right out of your hand, Using great big words
ZODIAC Like the dead We'll solve no dess It's like a ?? let it Lost in so Like a pour-ess Like a mow low led Moss walls Like a sez A poor song yeah
't i will though i got that educated rap now turn around and say my name and tell me what they here for you know a song aint a song without a remix baby
tryin' to play the role Benz got towed and I was hella cold But I ain't trippin', I'm gettin' used to it now Handcuffed, your boy took me straight downtown
Jesus what can we do what can we do?) [Downtown, things will be great when you're downtown, no finer place for sure downtown, everything's waiting for
Well, morning came And it dressed the sky in a lovely yellow gown Now the shops they are all opening In that narrow hallway of downtown Filled with people
Saturday night I was downtown Working for the FBI Sitting in a nest of bad men Whiskey bottles piling high Bootlegging boozer on the west side Full of
whip Young blood guzzlin' fourties hussled in a rain Old Earth, shootin' dope in her veins He never had it all, the kid loved basketball Had a favorite song
I saw a B-girl crying, yesterday I saw a B-girl crying I walked up and asked what's wrong She told me that the radio's been playing the same song all
send it Keep singing songs for me That I can write in my sleep, it's like I?m counting sheep Keep singing songs Man you warning me, what you all are
home to roost Will we sing a song of praise and indebtedness For our deliverance from evil or will we sing a song of sadness For the dreaded debt this
or two Uh, what ya wannna do, uh what ya wanna do? Bring a sack, but I'm cool wit that I got the paper stack and the pimped out track Got the song and