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, badoom, boom, baby, Super bass. boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, baby, Super bass. boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, baby, Super bass. Eppic. This one is for the girls with the booming system
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Elevate,. Next level. Next level baby Hey, you know I'm the bomb. Yeah, that's why you're soundin' the alarm, right. You know I'm the bomb. That's why you're soundin' the alarm, right. Imma
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the harp. The plaice play the bass. And they soundin' sharp. The bass play the brass. The chub play the tub. The fluke is the duke of soul. (Yeah). The ray he can play. The lings on the strings
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(keyboards, saxophone, vocals). Tommy mars (keyboards). Arthur barrow (keyboards, bass, micro bass, rhythm guitar). Ed mann (percussion). Scott thunes (bass). Chad wackerman (drums). Vinnie colaiuta
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Bài hát The Boy in the Bubble - Paul Simon. It was a slow day. And the sun was beating. On the soldiers by the side of the road. There was a bright light. A shattering of shop windows. The bomb
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It was a slow day. And the sun was beating. On the soldiers by the side of the road. There was a bright light. A shattering of shop windows. The bomb in the baby carriage. Was wired to the
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. And she bitch for me on life. I swallow her pussy, I went down. Every second we on fire. Her only problem is. The easy eye. Let's sing some more, she's just such a ***in-. You such a ***in' hoe. I know
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. Chorus. My baby got a Bass Pro hat turned back. In the cab of my tractor, yeah. She's up in my lap singin' songs with the words wrong. But it don't matter no, no. Ain't got a lot, but we got it made
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windowsill. . I'm not answering the phone, let it ring. Lately I've been feeling like a falling bomb. The ground is getting closer. And the sky is falling down. This song has been brought to you by
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. Even the sturgeon an' the ray. They get the urge 'n' start to play. We got the spirit. You got to hear it. Under the sea. The newt play the flute. The carp play the harp. The plaice play the bass. And
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Bài hát Do You Like Bass? - Yellow Claw, Juyen Sebulba. Do you like bass in your motherf*ckin’ face. Do you like bass in your motherf*ckin’ face. Do you like bass in your motherf*ckin’ face. Do you
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carp play the harp. The plaice play the bass. And they soundin' sharp. The bass play the brass. The chub play the tub. The fluke is the duke of soul . (Yeah). The ray he can play. The lings on the
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clouds around this paper hanger sky-light. Summer smile again, and you can disappear. But I'd rather be here Dive bomb, we descended down the staircase. And crashed to the kitchen floor. So long, our
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world. Take a look at the real world Fight the norm, * the rules. Feed the brain, fight the fools. Burn the book, ban the bomb. Fight the fight, right the wrong All the sticks, all the stones. All
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Originally by Paul Simon. . It was a slow day. And the sun was beating. On the soldiers by the side of the road. There was a bright light. A shattering of shop windows. The bomb in the baby
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Big dirty stinking bass, dirty stinking bass. Big dirty stinking bass, dirty dirty stinking big dirty stinking bass dirty stinking bass big dirty stinking bass bass bass bass bass. I don't need no
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where we meet. Me and you, rendezvous. In the club at the end of the street There's a downtown smell of cooking. From the flame on an open grill. There's a sax and a big bass pumping, Lord, have mercy
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Sugar smile savvy, the king of the kerb. Got a temper in the style of a bomb. Got his friends in his pocket or safe behind bars. All the local boys know what hes done He turns it on. He turns it
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We are one tonight. And we breathing in the same air. So turn up the love. Turn up the love. We turnin' up the love. . Turn it up now. Get it poppin', hop the molly. Dirty bass, We so body
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poppin', hop the molly. Dirty bass, We so body body. Too legit, we can't quit the party. Super freaks, no Illuminati. So one two hit the booze. We on youtube, nothing to lose. So let it lose 'cause the
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black (You smoke black). With your bitch, we go half on the sack (Ooh, ooh, ooh). Told me Bass, please hit the brakes. You've been going too hard. Lost myself, I lost my dog. I'm hurt, I swear to God. Try
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stage. We have drummer a playing in 7/8,. Drummer b playing in 3/4,. The bass playing in 3/4,. The organ playing in 5/8,. The tambourine playing in 3/4,. And the alto-sax blowing his nose. Hands up
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communists. But I knew better Would they drop the bomb on us. While we made love on the beach. We were the class they couldn't teach. 'Cause we knew better We were born. Born in the fifties. Born. Born
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BASS CHECK 1-2. KEYS CHECK 1-2. DRUMS CHECK 1-2. Its The Roots,. Now what we want y'all to do is sit back y'all, and just relax y'all,. Sit back y'all, and just relax y'all,. Sit back y'all
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BASS CHECK 1-2. KEYS CHECK 1-2. DRUMS CHECK 1-2. Its The Roots,. Now what we want y'all to do is sit back y'all, and just relax y'all,. Sit back y'all, and just relax y'all,. Sit back y'all
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BASS CHECK 1-2. KEYS CHECK 1-2. DRUMS CHECK 1-2. Its The Roots,. Now what we want y'all to do is sit back y'all, and just relax y'all,. Sit back y'all, and just relax y'all,. Sit back y'all
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. Ratta tatta tat I let the blam hit em. I say * the whole world and put a bomb in it. Finger on the trigger til I put my whole arm in it. I just want revenge, I just want revenge. We get it poppin
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Song Big Fat Bass - Britney Spears, Will. I. Am. Intro x7 Will. I. am. Big fat bass. The big fat bass. Chorus x3. I can be the treble Baby. You can be the bass. You can be the bass. You can be the
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,. Blinky thumps the gut bass,. And solos for a while. Poorboy twangs the rythm out. On his kalamazoo. Willy goes into a dance. And doubles on kazoo. Down On The Corner. Out in the street. Willy and
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moment and kick yourself. And then you drop yourself, you drop yourself a bomb Tell me what's the deal. Tell me what's the deal. 'Cause it really seems to me. Bonafide is the old deal, fake is the new
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moment and kick yourself. And then you drop yourself, you drop yourself a bomb Tell me what's the deal. Tell me what's the deal. 'Cause it really seems to me. Bonafide is the old deal, fake is the new
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Frank zappa (guitar, vocals, percussion). Ray collins (vocals). Jimmy carl black (drums). Roy estrada (electric bass). Don preston (electric piano). Billy mundi (drums). Bunk gardner (piccolo
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The boy's got a head like an atom bomb. Hang him from a cross like the number one son. And he's been waiting so long. To get it on. The boy's 15 but he's 16 gauge. Wants to break out from his
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Start the car, let's make a midnight run. Across the river to South London. To dance to the latest hi-fi sound. Of the bass, guitar and drum Seeking out a rhythm that can take the tension off
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Start the car, let's make a midnight run. Across the river to South London. To dance to the latest hi-fi sound. Of the bass, guitar and drum Seeking out a rhythm that can take the tension off
