You got a song you wanna sing for me, Sing a song, singing man, Sing a song, singing man, Sing another song, singing man, Sing another song, singing man
as the music goes on Hey mister collie man Why don't you come round no more Hey mister collie collie man Don't you hear me troubled call Hey mister collie man
you are all about to witness Groovy units check it owwwwt.. The nappy cat, Black Thought, digs the NasteeFatJazz Artifacts and cardiac cerebral action Retro is my Roots
Mi corazon por ti late con pasion antes tu miras Sin tu carino yo no puedo vivir ni un momento mas Estas palabras son todo mi verdad todo mi razon Yo
Démon útoA?í na kA?ídlech hrA?zy Démon útoA?í na kA?ídlech hrA?zy Démon útoA?í
Blackie / Big Boss RodA¤xx, oh RodA¤xx, You mustnA't fight with Dygon ! HeA'll laugh at your sword, HeA'll crush you with his claws. My advice seems
story ever since time began that money is root of all evil Well let me tell you mine it's much older than time for the root of all evil is a man They
man's land It's love that's the root of all evil It's love that's the root of all evil It's love that's the root of all evil It's love that's the root
I'm not only a passenger, I'm in the cockpit Been a long time comin', I was caught in the scramble Of cats, tryin' to do the same thing that they man
be better than this I gotta get me a car, man I gotta get a girl I know I can do it out there, man I'm finna go for it, man I gotta get some money Word
you some brains or whatever You just say yo.. yo give me some knowledge. (haha) Know what I'm saying? It's some new shit, word up. Yo shorty, check it out man
, star this a murder, man, a ghetto youth fi life, yo I cannot forget where I come from No 'mount of money can't change man, still blaze di skunk But
Now, they saying we're too hot New verses please, c'mon Malice Hot damn, it's a new day Hot damn, but them boys want the money man Uh-huh of course, '
, but the nigga wanted money Cot damn, when that white hits the pan And comes back hard, I can account for every gram And the streets molded the man
Got to survive in the ghetto Got to survive People .... Roots Natty roots Dread Binghi dread I and I are the roots Roots Natty Dread Binghi I and I are the roots
still eating porridge Me and my cousin used to play Mel & Kim Practising dancin' Coming down the stairs and ting I touched Africa and came back darker Knowing myself Feeling my roots
root of love Don't walk away Ripping out the root of love Don't you walk away Ripping out the root of love Ripping out the root of love Ripping out the root
by that bright fire Down to the root of my desire While the smoke, it rises higher Glowing crazy faith You're not asking if I love this man I know you