Fan_3 lyrics
Fan_3 lyrics
"Boom lyrics"
Way Over Yonder lyrics
Way over yonder is a place that I know Where I can find shelter from huger and cold And the sweet tasting good life is easily found Way over yonder - that's where I'm bound I know when I get there, the first thing I'll see Is the sun shining golden - shining rigth down on me Then trouble's gonna lose me - worry leave me behind And I'll
Way over yonder is a place that I know Where I can find shelter from huger and cold And the sweet tasting good life is easily found Way over yonder - that's where I'm bound I know when I get there, the first thing I'll see Is the sun shining golden - shining rigth down on me Then trouble's gonna lose me - worry leave me behind And I'll
I am the best there is
I'm fan_3 and I handle my biz
I'm not universally known
But I'm known to leave the speakers blown
See, I gotta get it pumpin'
You know how we do it
My parents be like
"Turn down that rap music"
Gotta feel the bass vibrate
My pop must be irate
If the house don't shake
The beat don't break
If the parties in the room ain't jumpin'
Then the music must not be pumpin'
Gotta get in my car
Let the loud part blast
Windows down pumpin' my jams through town
Boom-shaka-laka-laka-boom (boom)
I like it in the car
I like it in my room
Boom-shaka-laka-laka-boom (boom)
You know I like it when the beat goes boom
Boom-shaka-la
The Dreaming Tree lyrics
Standing here The old man said to me Long before these crowded streets Here stood my dreaming tree Below it he would sit For hours at a time Now progress takes away What forever took to find Now he's falling hard He feels the falling dark How he longs to be Beneath his dreaming tree Conquered fear to climb <
ka-laka-boom (boom)Standing here The old man said to me Long before these crowded streets Here stood my dreaming tree Below it he would sit For hours at a time Now progress takes away What forever took to find Now he's falling hard He feels the falling dark How he longs to be Beneath his dreaming tree Conquered fear to climb <
I like it in the car
I like it in my room
Boom-shaka-laka-laka-boom (boom)
You know I like it when the beat goes boom
Down to L.A., '04's the year
Puttin' heads to bet
From the indicate fear
Gotta get in the club-tight atmosphere
While ya'll hear the jams
I'm makin' plans
You try to play me out
Like I'm a J. J. fad
I'm good when I'm good
But I'm better when I'm bad
Like audio 2
You know I get us toppin'
And when the jams is up
You hit the ceiling
Take off my sneakers
Turn on the speakers
I can make it I can shake it
Workin' and tworkin'
Pumpin' loops in the ride
While I'm past point doom
Got a truck full '
Get By lyrics
[Talib] Yeah.. my Lord.. yeah [Verse 1: Talib] We sell, crack to our own out the back of our homes We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn We go through "Epidodes II," like "Attack of the Clones" Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone To get by.. just to get by Just to get by, just to get by W
a AMPs[Talib] Yeah.. my Lord.. yeah [Verse 1: Talib] We sell, crack to our own out the back of our homes We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn We go through "Epidodes II," like "Attack of the Clones" Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone To get by.. just to get by Just to get by, just to get by W
You can hear it go boom
Boom-shaka-laka-laka-boom (boom)
I like it in the car
I like it in my room
Boom-shaka-laka-laka-boom (boom)
You know I like it when the beat goes boom
Boom-shaka-laka-laka-boom (boom)
I like it in the car
I like it in my room
Boom-shaka-laka-laka-boom (boom)
You know I like it when the beat goes boom
Boom-shaka-laka-laka-boom (boom)
I like it in the car
I like it in my room
Boom-shaka-laka-laka-boom (boom)
You know I like it when the beat goes boom
Boom-shaka-laka-laka-boom (boom)
I like it in the car
I like it in my room
Boom-shaka-laka-laka-boom (boom)
You know I like it when the beat goes boom
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December Flower lyrics
Towards the rich archaic heavens Towards the lack diorama You are the artist and the texture That plays with mantle of the earth When the bleakest of powders Lie rooted to the starched stones And the roots that feed the peaking trees embrace the sleeping shores Archaic pearls of sleep and death The voice of December losing its breath
'm knownTowards the rich archaic heavens Towards the lack diorama You are the artist and the texture That plays with mantle of the earth When the bleakest of powders Lie rooted to the starched stones And the roots that feed the peaking trees embrace the sleeping shores Archaic pearls of sleep and death The voice of December losing its breath
'n I'm known
'n I'm known to leave the speakers blown
Boom-shaka-laka-laka-boom
I like it in the car
I like it in my room
Boom-shaka-laka-laka-boom
You know I like it when the beat goes boom
Boom-shaka-laka-laka-boom
I like it in the car
I like it in my room
Boom-shaka-laka-laka-boom
You know I like it
You know I like it
Boom-shaka-laka-laka-boom (boom)
I like it in the car
I like it in my room
Boom-shaka-laka-laka-boom (boom)
You know I like it when the beat goes boom
Boom-shaka-laka-laka-boom (boom)
I like it in the car
I like it in my room
Boom-shaka-laka-laka-boom (boom)
You know I like it when the beat goes boom