Pink City Boogie (1991). Words and Music; Bobby Valentino. . Now let me tell you about a place I saw one day. Somewhere in the south of Californ-i-a. Just a little east of Route 95.
Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep. Wha-what's your phone number?. . What's your phone number?. Take my phone, put it in, then it's on, mama.. Can I catch you at the crib?.
Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep. Wha-what's your phone number?. . What's your phone number?. Take my phone, put it in, then it's on, mama.. Can I catch you at the crib?.
Yeahh. Eyyy. Valentin.. Blue Collar. FatBoy. U Know the Bussiness. . Shorty Whatcha sippin. Go 'head grab your friends in. Won't you come and party with me? [x3].
[Bobby Valentino (Chamillionaire)]. (yeaa). I'm poppin bottles of patron (poppin bottles of patron). all night long (chamillionaire and bobby v, we in vip).
Dear, I thought I'd drop a line,. The weather's cool, the folks are fine,. I'm in bed each night at 9:00. P.S. I love you.. . Yesterday we had some rain,.
Poinciana, your branches speak to me of love. Pale moon is casting shadows from above. Poinciana, somehow I feel the jungle heat. Within me, there grows a rhythmic, savage beat.
I think without alcohol. I could live a pretty life. We'd walk down the farmers market street. Talking to new people that we meet. . I'd buy you your favorite corn, with mayonnaise.
I see papers and papers. Stacked up in formation. Which mean much before. They're lining in the fire. . As a bottomless heat goes. To harness your anger.
Hey, Bill Bailey, don't look now but somebody's calling you. Who, why, your lady friend, that's who. If I were you, If I were you, I'd get my little old self home.
My plain Jane never wear no lipstick or paint. You know she'll never try to be what she ain't. Come early in the morning you can hear the fella's call (woo).
Pity, pity, pity Miss Kitty. Have a little mercy on me. Well, pity, pity, pity, Miss Kitty. Wont you set my poor heart free?. You know Johnny B. Goode and Zorro, too.
There are sad things. There are bad things, the blues. When they threaten, start betting you'll lose. . You hide yourself behind a prayer. The blues'll come and they'll find you there.
Penduli pendulum. Swing around, beat the drum. In July, I'll deny. The illusion. . I'll be gone, beat the drum. There I go, here I come. And goodbye means good try.
Papa won't you let me go to town with you. Papa I'm feeling so down and blue. You just gotta come around, please do. Papa won't you let me go to town with you.
He took a rifle and killed a disciple. So that those nagging thoughts would leave him in peace. He'd drown a puppy a shive-shank a yuppie. Just to make the voices cease.
Music & lyrics: john popper. . I wonder if she cried. I wonder what she said. I wonder if I'll ever know. What was going through her head. Was it a shock.
Standing here with a tale to tell. I might as well tell to you. Nothing near Wagnerian. As Terminator Two. . It's an old one about a little dirt farm girl.