a slap for the people who work the land Unilever Man-made hunger Soap in our eyes John West is the best Old soap opera No soap-reality Legal slave trade
that's cool with me dog where your money at I'm talking about the hustle even if your fresh see you're wack I get paid homey rubber band man stacks
, He`d like to make it to the show, But he knows it`s not his night. He`s got to be beholding, To his legal spouse, But she`s put the thumbscrews on
Hitlers we handpick To bleed their people dry For our evil empire The drug we're fed To make us like it Is God and country With a band People we know
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good to her Legalize me, realize me Despite the living up in U.S.A. I'm still holding up in all my ways I gotta friends, we gotta band We still make
Send me the bill if all my lovin' is scarin' ya Dare you to dream the way that I believe Got the skill to go commando in any fatigues I got the best damn band
psychosomatic symptoms Difficult to endure Affecting the upper resperatory tract. In other words, just from waiting around for that plain little band
. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine Supreme Court Judges! We have powers that are positively regal; Only we can take a law and make it legal
by himself in the swamp Hunting alligator for a living. Knock 'em on the head with a stump The Louisiana law's gonna get you, Amos It ain't legal hunting
replace Petunia: Yes! Larry: There were always more Petunia: Reams of paper raining down Paper: Raining, raining down Together: Legal pads a plenty Legal Pads: We're legal
such a pretty day. .... Where are we going? I'm taking you to my club. .... Your club? Yeah, I rounded up some people and bought a club. Legal-like,
potes On est une bande de mecs sympas Une sacree bande de mecs sympas Une bande de mecs sympas Modselektoy est une bande de mecs sympas Une bande de
las papas francesas Coca, ron y cerveza en el aire Brindando de Mexico hasta Buenos Aires Con toda la mafia, el corillo, la banda Con 10 brasileras bailandome
de las papas francesas vodka, ron y cervesa en el aire brindando de Mexico hasta buenos aires contoda la mafia el corillo la banda con tias brazileras
I am good to her... Legalize me! Realize me! Despite the living up in USA I'm still holding up in all my ways I gotta friends, we gotta band We still
resto Cercare ogni pretesto Per far si che tutto finisca piu presto E non ti passa mai chiudi tutto nell'armadietto Molla tutto E' soltanto un legale
react With psychosomatic symptoms Difficult to endure Affecting the upper respiratory tract In other words, Just from waiting around For that little band