lotta shakin' goin' on (Let's go one time now) [ piano - guitar ] Come on over baby we've got chicken in the barn Come on over honey well they got the bull
m sick of niggas, trick niggas Throw my radio in a ditch, nigga 'Cause all I hear is bitch niggas Fake ass R&B thugs in hot as sweaters Wit bull shit
on the dance floor if you wanna Get down That, that bust gats Better let 'em in 'fore they rush that 'cuz they wanna Get down Blick, piano sick Get
the city goes Huck Down the beckonin' streets of opportunity And a whistling his favorite river song And a bad blind nigger at the piano Puts a sinister
and demanding What you're not handing out Last straw no fuse broken law There's no joking cause it's all on the news now Every channel talking on the piano
some food for death, go ahead and fucking eat My father's dead, well I don't know, we'll never fucking meet I cut my wrist and play piano cause I'm so
my knees And roll my stockings down And all that jazz Start the car I know a whoopee spot Where the gin is cold But the piano's hot It's just a noisy
Never take a loss cause I'm hard to beat I ain't cheap but don't sell me a dream I don't sleep I'm Paid in Full, so save the bull This ain't a stick
: Oh that bull! Thing-fish: De whole bull! Ensemble: The whole bull! Thing-fish: De whole bull! Ensemble: The whole bull! Thing-fish: De whole damn
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier) Steve vai (guitar) Ray white (guitar, vocals) Tommy mars (keyboards) Chuck wild (piano) Arthur barrow (bass) Scott thunes
the fire, she asked me to leave her I did what I could with the wood and the flammables Stood with the good little animals, ran with the bulls Soot
foe fum a nigga where you from? West side Fuck all you niggas I'm yellin' This is mad circle to the fullest everybody 187um Toons play the piano fuck
A normal day Began like any other Without your breath Breathing down on me Am I awake Nothing looks familiar Where have you gone?far Still awake Left
'ici tout va bien. Les grosses bastos negro, le crack, l'heroine, plus rien m'etonne jusqu'ici tout va bien. Wesh Omar, fini les cauchemars, je vis dans la bulle, dans ma bulle
I'ma G I'm Just Tryna Get Fooled. The Hotest Antstriated Keep It Warm Like Wool. Next Talk Shit! I Wish A Nigga Would Boy. Smellin Like Shit From A Bull
wind and cages of tin that bounce all around Surround sound Devouring the scene Subliminal gangrene paintings Overall the same things Sing songs, karaoke, copy, bulls
{*piano roll*} [Ranking Scroo] Well I mean Man. Ranking Scroo 'long side E-40, ya hear? All crew, pick up yourself Thou respect who say, everything's