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RUN THAT BY ME ONE MORE TIME. WITH RAY PRICE. WRITERS FRED FOSTER, ARTHUR HANCOCK, JIMMY LAMBERT Run that by me one more time. To make sure that I heard you right. I hope you don't expect me to
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four in the morning,. My world is calling,. Speeding through the universe tonight. The movie reminds of my lady,. As she waits, "where are those guys?". Yes it`s nice to see old Butch and Sundance
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foods in cellophane, that's good, that's good. A hot dog in a bleacher's seat, that's good, that's good. A town hall where the people meet, that's good, that's good Old John Hancock, he said it fine, he
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tiHere Comes The. arButch Walker. alSycamore Meadows. Butch Walker - Here Comes The. Here comes the heartache. The move out date. The excuses for my friends. Here comes the reason i have to justify
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, and you call it visibility. I call it way too rowdy, and you call it finally free" There's a slap on my back. I find another butch, hat cocked, and we. We put our hands in the crowd. And over and
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this floor is the Broadway Well I don't know how long or how far her fortune did take her. But I heard she sits alone drunk downtown on 42nd Street. And sometimes an old Butch will slip a quarter into
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. That's the way that it's supposed to be. When you do see me. Mobbin wit a gangsta lean. Got a piece by my side. You can ride baby close your eyes girl. . Chorus Nate Dogg, Butch Cassidy, & Kokane
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. Rubbin' on my miniature. John Hancock, the signature. Any time I hit it, know she feelin' for it through. And every time we get up, always end up on the news. Ain't worried bout no press and ain't worried
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Mum would shout and scream when dad would come home. Drunk. When she asked him where he'd been, he'd say "Up the. Clissold Arms". Chatting up some huzzy, but he didn't mean no harm. Sunday mornin
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. Look at me, let's do the job. And let's get home tonight. I got a half tank of gas. And if we run all the lights. We'll slip across the border. On the wrong side of right. And just like Butch and
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years old, HIV in the limp Chorus Butch Cassidy. Can't * with, what you asked for. Sometimes you just should let go. Get what you need and not want. Some folks believe and some don't. These are
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change. So she can run to the neighborhood Butch. And *** a little some to help her make it through the day She looks like back in her day. She was oh so very pretty, pretty girl, pretty girl
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. That girl was my sister. Just got off the night shift at Pennington's Place. Just wanna go home and get some sleep Butch grabbed her by the waist with the caffeine eyes. The hands all Incomprehensible
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Cousteau with flow, and underground continental. With words that blow. The competitions straight to the door. We'll rock it, Herbie Hancock it like '84, Fo' sho' J5. This jam is red hot Chali 2na. A
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Cousteau with flow, and underground continental. With words that blow. The competitions straight to the door. We'll rock it, Herbie Hancock it like '84, Fo' sho' J5. This jam is red hot Chali 2na. A
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Jacques Cousteau with flow, and underground continental. With words that blow. The competitions straight to the door. We'll rock it, Herbie Hancock it like '84, Fo' sho'. . J5. This jam is red hot
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to get you into stuff. But the way you touchin' on me in the club. Rubbin' on my miniature. John Hancock, the signature. Any time I hit it, know she feelin' for it through. And any time we get up
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can try, if they choose to. With these locs love my dogs like the Blues Clues So excuse you, I'm the reason for the fame. And all of a sudden, you ain't believing in the name. What? Butch Cassidy
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box filled with coke head classics. Dope money, flood me rags of kush, heavy drags. Bodegas, I'm mad, my older sister Patty's a butch. Guns come out like my mother's teeth, watch how I'm throwing
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nigga walked in with no grin. Fired up a stem and then said, "What you lookin' at?". I replied, "Nigga, you could get took for that, let's take it outside", huh We stepped to her butch calmly 'cause no
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I could teach a soul to fly. Take away the pain out cha hands and help you hold them high and I. Wish my hommie Butch was still alive. And on the day of his death we had never took that ride and I
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jags, we foward ya last. We Diamonds ya glass, we get pussy yall ass. Give me love. We be wearing gloves tied up in gloves with special 38 slugs. So we don't end up (6 Feet Underground) the butch is
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-husband works. I'm sick of this, but can I come home now?. Mother to no one, private jet for one. Back home to the Tudor house that borned a thousand murder plots. Hancock Park, it's treated me very badly
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by niggaz named Butch through the bay bay. With waists so they weigh they status on the streets. License plates that say they, motto This is Chicago in the hay day. Similar to Good Times, I guess
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. Rubbin' on my miniature. John Hancock, the signature. Any time I hit it, know she feelin' for it through. And every time we get up, always end up on the news. Ain't worried bout no press and ain't worried
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miniature. John Hancock, the signature. Any time I hit it, know she feelin' for it through. And every time we get up, always end up on the news. Ain't worried bout no press and ain't worried bout the next
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Cousteau with flow, and underground continental. With words that blow. The competitions straight to the door. We'll rock it, Herbie Hancock it like '84, Fo' sho' J5. This jam is red hot Chali 2na. A
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Official, Nas, niggas. Word up, somethin' new for you Hear to make moves, get mines automatically. Emphatically, rhyme master, be rapidly tragedies. Guns like Butch Cassidy, nasty like Dick
