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Construct Constriction - Grendel

"Got the whole world at your every demand Got to get the gun extending your hand Got to show the world who's master and slave Got to prove your rights and someone's to pay Got to finish the work that your"

Poli Ci sie morda (feat. Sensi) - Sztigar Bonko

"Drygej, skakej jak Super Frog Jo wbijom ci się w łepe jak tomahawk. Poczuj ten beat, jak karate kid On spoli ci morde, stopi ci ryj. Lece jak airwolf z prędkością dźwięku Tabaka mom w kabzie a mikrofon"

KAW-Liga - Charley Pride

"Kaw-Liga, the wooden Indian standin' by the door He fell in love with an Indian maid over in the antique store Kaw-Liga, well, he just stood there and never let it show Aww, she could never answer yes"

Shake Ya Tail Feather - Puff Daddy

"(nelly/p diddy) we do it for fun, we just do it for fun dirty EAT, we do it for fun Bad Boy (nelly, diddy, murphy lee) we do it for fun (this is history baby) bend then trucks, we do it for fun stack"

Come Out To Play - ABK

"Where you at motherfucker heard you been talking shit But everytime I come around it's like you seem to forget Shut your mouth you little hoe before I scalp your lip In other words you'll be a dead little"

N.B.A. - Kool Keith

"Yeah.. a message to the N.B.A. ("well that's alright") The National, Basketball, Association We begin ("well that's alright") Your man is a tourin nigga, six-foot-eight floss nigga who carries champagne"

Kaw-Liga - Roy Orbison

"Hank Williams Kaw-Liga was a wooden indian standing by the door He fell in love with an indian maid over in the antique store Kaw-Liga just stood there and never let it show So she could never answer"

Baby Baby - Kool Keith

"Baby bab-ayyy, you feel it la-dayy Can you feel it? Built to last, I'ma reduce competition Stretched like a G-string stay in that ass Eliminate your words you think are tough By movin herbs, you think"

Indian Sunset - Peter, Paul & Mary

"As he awoke that evening with the smell of wood-smoke clinging Like a gentle cobweb hangin' upon a painted teepee He went to see his chieftain with his war lance and his woman For they told him that the"

George Leroy Chickashea - Porter Wagoner

"The mixture of the blood that flowed through his veins It killed his conscience and filled him with shame He was part white part black part red That's how he'd got the name George Lorey Chickashea He had"

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