store So get up, get out of your seat and arise. Everybody Everybody up and get live The C & C Music Factory Is mastery and full of jams that has to be
ترجمه: C \u0026amp; C کارخانه موسیقی. در اینجا می رویم (راک بیایید و رول).
yes, y'all, so plant me With the green and them hoes and we can big ball Yeah, now we rolling four deep, double dosing Relaxing and maxing to Short and
we ain't runnin' no coke factory (Tell 'em $hort, tell 'em) Tell the Feds we ain't runnin' no coke factory (Ooh) You broke the law and you got caught
cars till the engine would fail If I never had bailed, I'd be dead or in jail And man I got no one else to blame I thank my family and music for keeping
crazy people Who've forgotten where their heart is And they don't give a damn About hurting those flowers and those trees." C'est le bon, sailing on and
those flowers and those trees" C'est le Bon, sailing on and on C'est le Bon, sailing on and on C'est le Bon, sailing on and on C'est le Bon, Bon, Bon
happy people in the room And I want you to touch them And when you touch them This is what I want you to say Y'all ready? C'mon One, two, three, separate
listen to this here song And that far-off sound of freedom's Gonna be an echo from the past And the final tune is gonna be sad and long And it's only
because Music (C'mon) New York (C'mon) Detroit (C'mon) C'mon down Miami (C'mon) L A (C'mon) Vegas (C'mon) C'mon down Boston (C'mon) Tucson (C'mon) Long Island (C
WEE DARK ENGINE ROOM (G) C G7 C G / G C F G7 C / C G7 C F C G C G / C F C F C In that wee dark engine room, Where the chill seeps through
some of that deep shoulder action. There's not a man today Who could take me away from my God Sister Act Index Just A Touch Of Love ( Everyday ) ( C&C Music Factory
:] Yea 26 inches on tha old school impala we ride cowboy and i aint talkin bout dollaz my leather so soft and my dash so clean and my speaker box jumpin and
c?mon and break it down like, And I speak what I feel in the booth in the spirit of truth, Cos all these kids that I meet man they mirror my youth, And
to blame, I thank my family and music for keeping me sane, But that's the breaks right? Started working late nights, Never seeing daylight,and paid like a slave might, And
in factories, endorsements, six MC's You seen what The Source meant Cover stories from the government left you standin holdin the mic with one hand and
drank we ride on swangas but we call em' too chrome and everytime I do a show we buy new homes (C-Note) C-Note keep it hot like(??) rolling 20-inches
