Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas (Official Soundtrack Box Set)

Hey, hey, good lookin', Whatcha got cookin'? How's about cookin' somethin' up with me? Hey, sweet baby, Don't you think maybe We could find us a brand new recipe? I got a hot-rod Ford and a two-dollar bill And I know a spot right over the hill. There

I love you Babe Do you know? I'll be any place You want me to go Save my love for you Yes I will When you need love to help you Do not fear Sweet sweet Baby I've found a nurse I know I can girl You be my trust Ooh ee Baby Ooh ee Get down and do those

Instrumental 专辑:Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas (Official Soundtrack Box Set) 歌手:Soundtrack 歌曲:Jungle Fever

On the intercom Rosie tell me to come, Said she didn't have a daughter, she did have a son, She said the lift doesn't work, run up the stairs and come, And if you don't come quick, you're not gonna see your son, So I grab a bunch of rose, and I start

Hey, fellas I'm talking to you, you and you too Do you guys know who I'm talking to? Those of you who go out and stay Out all night and half the next day And expect us to be home When you get there But let me tell you something The sisters aren't goi

great train robbery - black uhuru new york new york oh oh new york city for new york city for dadadaa dadadaa new york new york oh oh new york city for dadadaa oh yeah tell them there's a great train robbery oh oh oh tell them there's a great train r

Amos Moses - Jerry Reed Yeah here comes Amos Now Amos Moses was a Cajun He lived by himself in the swamp He hunted alligator for a living He'd just knock them in the head with a stump The Louisiana law gonna get you Amos It ain't legal hunting alliga

We're gonna play you a song, a little bit of rock-n-roll You gotta let yourself go, the band's gonna take control. We're gettin' down today We'll pick you up and take you away Get down tonight Smokin', Smokin' We're cookin' tonight, just keep on toki

I don't need a whole lots of money, I don't need a big fine car. I got everything that a man could want, I got more than I could ask for. I don't have to run around, I don't have to stay out all night. 'Cause I got me a sweet ... a sweet, lovin' woma

Life in the world untold, question the unknown This prison captures me, my cell is all I know I thought I knew it all, stubborn in my ways My sentence has begun, my future's what I waste Next chapter of my life filled with violent scenes I stay awake

verse one: lord jamar brand nubian function a junction of three collaboration in a style that's like funk to slap palms, swing arms tap a soul cause no rock rolls down our hill yo black it's kinda ill we don't roll no rocks we just fill heads with kn

I got another gang story to tell. Peep, about how a black nigga was born in hell. And right then and there it's no hope cause a nigga can't escape the gangs and the dope. Damn! And when its black on black, that makes it shitty. Can't survive in the C

I'm glad you're home Now did you really miss me I guess you did by the look in your eyes (look in your eyes, look in your eyes) Well lay back and relax while I put away the dishes (put away the dishes) Then you and me can rock-a-bye You can ring my b

Woman to woman (woman to woman) Heartache to heartache (hardache to hardache) Lover to lover (lover to lover) Woman to woman (woman to woman) Woman to woman ev＇rything I say ev＇ything that＇s happening seems to come your way you don＇t care if it rains

Verse 1) Qui hubo aqu estoy and soy Kid Frost Yo soy jefe matn yes the Big Boss My gun is loaded is full of balas I put it in your face so U won't say 'Nada' Vatos cholos you call as what you will You say we are assessins si U wanna kill Is it my blo

I'm gonna put on an iron shirt An' chase Satan out of Earth I'm gonna put on an iron shirt And chase the Devil out of Earth I'm gonna send him to outer space To find another race I'm gonna send him to outer space To find another race Satan is the evi

Carnes Kim View From The House Speed Of The Sound Of Loneliness (John Prine) You come home late And you come home early You come on big When you're feeling small And you come home curly Sometimes you don't come home at all So what in the world's come

It's been a long time I shouldn't have left you Without a strong rhyme to step to Think of how many weak shows you slept through Time's up I'm sorry I kept you Thinking of this you keep repeating you miss The rhymes from the microphone soloist And yo

cocaine in my brain - dillinger hey jim, jim, just a minute y'all, i want to ask you something, i want you to spell something for me jim, can you do that sure john. but i want you to spell for me new york. john, why do you ask me to do that i just wa

One, and here comes the two to the three and four Then I drop the beat I have in store Lay dynamics on the top like a rug Make it sound smooth and later make a dub An MC ate well, so that you can tell I am not illiterate, no not even a little bit Not