Banging on my tambourine, I didn't think i'd make a scene Until everyone joined in the chase, I never meant to make you cry, My head was floating in the
want peace like Gandhi But until that day I'ma walk this way so Lay it on me, I'm talkin' all night long Lay it on me like a bang a gong Lay it on me
I've been sleeping with the sunrise watching hours pass away incidentally I'm just waiting for the dusk to kill the day but now I'm waiting for your call while I bang on this piano
U Got Talent -Andre Nickatina My shirley temples bang like a banger i like it when my new suits hang off the hanger its like its clear as crystal and
Ay, where the piano at Shawty? Y'all ain't never seen a dope boy play the piano And rap at the same time, have you? I'ma show you somethin', dig this
things may change Others stay the same, we're not four anymore But can you come out and play? You wore pigtails and hand me downs I banged the piano
my knees And roll my stockings down And all that jazz Start the car I know a whoopee spot Where the gin is cold But the piano's hot It's just a noisy
over there, out in the sticky wire fire Your royal stickiness, your highness I've heard there's someone saying, "I do" And banging at an old piano tune
When I was young they gave me a mongrel piano Spent all my time inventing the cup of tea Writing your name in the sea Banging my favorite head Missing
Arranged & Conducted by Paul Buckmaster Bang, bang, shoot em' up, destiny Bang, bang, shoot em' up to the moon Bang, bang, shoot em' up one, two, three
jack bruce and pete brown When I was young they gave me a mongrel piano, Spent all my time inventing the cup of tea. Writing your name in the sea, Banging
blue, pushed the blue then all of a sudden I heard footsteps of at least three men running sporting mack 10s Backflip under the porch and Pulled out my piano
I erupt you bitch-ass rappers'll get fucked And you'll be one hoe, like Marilyn Monroe left on death row, because I let the gun go bang blow your motherfuckin
a windowless cell. the D.A. fingers the jury like the snail fucks the shell. clik clik bang bang kiss the siamese gun clik clik bang bang bang. exhibit
faces. I told a widow that she was beautiful, when half of her smile was missing. And I've done all my addition; gun plus gun equals bang bang bang
he's not wanted here Your music could worry a wolf away. So keep on playin' that grand pian-a Until he's away He'll have to go if you Bang those keys
foe fum a nigga where you from? West side Fuck all you niggas I'm yellin' This is mad circle to the fullest everybody 187um Toons play the piano fuck