in his hand And Jam Master Jay's making out our sound, The turntables might wobble but they won't fall down Now Dr. Seuss and Mother Goose both did
, Joe The Master of music his name is Jay Leave us alone, and let us play We give it up, and turn it loose We're not like Dr. Seuss or Mother Goose Sucker
you take a nap And oh but we were silly for half an hour or more Me with my long legs draggin' on the floor I rocked rocked rocked to a mother goose
crunk put your pistols in the air make 'em pop Get buck till the police have to come and make us stop. Henesee, Grey Goose, 1800 of Patrone keep drinking
so high (So high) And when we ridin' by (Go by) All the hoes just stop Shit! Witcha lookin' ass, oh no (Oh no) Big 'lacs Ca-price on gold (On gold)
frown off your face PARTY IN THE PLACE! [2X] I'm just sippin on Gin & Juice Tryin to catch up with Mother Goose Yeah she got that golden egg And now
shortcomings and build up on our strength Emotions can circumvent, down play or just prevent Fine if she doesn?t wanna speak to you, bro She can pass on the golden goose
my hood it ain't no yellow brick road, we hear the shots echo Sneakers hangin' from a telephone pole In my ghetto ain't no rainbow wit' pots a gold But
, the shuh-shuh-gah? Or the white goose, waw-be-wana, With the water dripping, flashing, From it's glossy neck and feathers? It was neither goose
the heron, the shuh-shuh-gah? Or the white goose, waw-be-wawa, With the water dripping, flashing From it's glossy neck and feathers? It was neither goose
? Or The Heron, The Shuh-Shuh-Gah? Or The White Goose, Waw-Be-Wawa, With The Water Dripping, Flashing From Its Glossy Neck And Feathers? It Was Neither Goose
of a fly guy whatever I thought together we're tougher than leather and never pull put the pleasure under pressure but it seems all that glitters is gold baby you sold your soul for the golden goose
Stayin' alive was no jive At second hands, moms bounced on old men So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth, yo rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
hood it ain't no yellow brick road you hear the shots echo Sneakers hanging from a telephone poll In my ghetto there aint no rainbow or pots o gold
my hood it ain't no yellow brick road, we hear the shots echo Sneakers hangin from a telephone pole In my ghetto ain't no rainbow wit pots a gold But
your street people call you a foxy girl C...................cmaj7................c..............cmaj7... Me I'm loose like a golden goose you can have
line Somebody down there Looking for blood Off with the horses Into the flood Now you've made a big mistake Spoiled the icing on the wedding cake Killed the goose that laid the golden
it melted away as snow. They sang so sweet, they sang so shrill. That fast her tears began to flow And she lay down her silken gown, her golden rings