really get it, this HQ is alive and alone, no driveway no sign of a home, no dial tone, no line for the phone, no world's tiniest violin song, and i
day, any place Cross the bay bridge rollin' with Dre and we blaze A chronicle, 30 of Kush up in the optimo We roll trees by the bush when we rock a show
think you hot boy What happened to you boy? You are just a no-boy Now you have no joy Here we go What happened to your Benz man? What happened to your rocks
b-b-breaking it down? Gonna play it loud, gonna play it loud Play it loud, baby, play it loud And rock the crowd, baby, rock the crowd And rock the crowd
, it seems Bleeding heartaches ever cry I wanna rock you, baby, 'til I die It's a magic symphony Baby, when you're lying next to me I hear violins You
on the trigger and Nashville in my sights I'm the real thing and I sing songs about real life Chorus: And I never heard a fiddle called a violin Never
Ever since I was young I wanted to be somethin' like what I am We promote violins, yeah, check me out We promote violins, E-Swiftulaus, Kurupt Young
Where once the moon was just a rock spinning in the sky Where once the stars were only tiny points of light Now the moon looks like its heavens shining
four generations Through whatever life could bring That ol' swing That ol' porch swing It held a grieving widow When my daddy's daddy died And now it rocks
the poor, coward niggaz rock Second comin' of this black Alfred Hitchcock Kick in the door wavin' the four-four Ten shots to your spleen Let them violins
me a whirl You with your face like a lemon in pain Moon is a coin to be spent on a girl Come to inebriate out of the rain Days i have violinned tragic
Where once the moon was just a rock spinning in the sky Where once the stars were only tiny points of light Now the moon looks like it's heaven's shining
;n Y es libre mi alma en Ti Mira lo que has hecho en mí Y aún no sé Si sólo fue un violín O si Tú me hablaste
I don't really mean to look that far Turn on the music Strike up the music Let the music change my mind Now don't I dig the big time rock and roll To
Well, Tommy woke that morning with a headfull of rocks and Sylvia was in shock. The story they'd been faking had frozen on their lips and fallen through
My finger on the trigger and Nashville in my sights I'm the real thing, I sing songs about real life And I never heard a fiddle called a violin Never