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Berry Chuck Come On

't afford to check it I wish somebody come along and run in to it and wreck it Come on, since my baby parted, come on I can't get started, come on I

on, they let sun in, no blinds All I drink is my shit Stop playin, Youtube But tonight we on that Red Berry and Cranberry, Soo Woo [Lil Wayne] And I'm smokin' on

Hank Williams sang it, Number 3 drove it Chuck Berry twanged it, Will Faulkner wrote it Aretha Franklin sold it, Dolly Parton graced it Rosa Parks rode

(Chuck Berry) Let me tell you 'bout a girl I know, I found her walking down an uptown street. She's so fine, you know I wish she was mine, I get shook

hey sure does smell like rain Woody Guthrie was a walkin? man In the dust bowl days Had a six string guitar in his hands He killed a fascist every day Chuck Berry

a magic sound. roll, roll, let it roll, let it flood down to your soul, let it talk, let it swing, play that music, let it ring. now you can pick buddy holly, chuck berry

thought my dirty raps were kinda funny But close minded people thought I was only out to make money But check on back 'cause it's a fact obscenity is no new thing Remember chuck berry

is sinking low All day I been waiting for the whistle to blow Sitting in a teepee built right on the tracks Rolling them bones until the foreman comes

roof of it will have peak lines, and contours that dip; and form shadowy eaves, where the little raindrops can drip. ... That sweet pitter patter, of raindrops at play - is such a beautiful sound on