(Carole Bayer Sager' Johnny Vastano) I'm not supposed to feel this way You'd think I'd know a whole lot better But it sure feels good lyin' here next
(Carole Bayer Sager/Melissa Manchesler) Well hello there Good old friend of mine You've been reaching for yourself for such a long time There's so much
's what I'm talkin' bout My muh'fuckin' name's been in an' out yo mouth My nigga, my neck uv da woods Give a shout out, North Carolina, in tha house Shit
Lil' Jon & The East Side Boyz] Bia bia - put yo click up and shout it out loud Bia bia - put yo click up and shout it out loud Bia bia - get buck in
the number you should dial Ye start wit 305 but we end at four pounds Stop at [Incomprehensible] Old pound for life is a [Incomprehensible] All them Carol
you feel that, then I guess I sell crack, get it? Fall back, man, a nigga feeling crazy. Shitting on niggas, like a nigga was still a baby, (uh) Carolina nigga, shout
city, it is mine, The city, it is mine, The city, it is mine, At any given time, Carolina on my mind, Carolina on my mind, Carolina on my mind, Said "
Carolina blue kicks, pedal to the metal Feeling like a puppet and the Devil is Geppetto Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high You can pick apart my
Look how how I cater, dog what you fraid of, nothing They talking gangsta, without no data, they frontin Jackie chan, jean claude van dam straight stuntin, I wish a nigga would say something Imma carolina
, Montana, Nebraska, Nevada, New Hampshire, New Jersey, New Mexico, New York, North Carolina, North Dakota, Ohio, Oklahoma, Oregon, Pennsylvania, Rhode Island, South Carolina
Young Bleed] I hear they holla how you do that there Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care [Master P] North Carolina, South Carolina, nigga we don
, Santa came to say, Rudolph with your nose so bright, Won't you guide my sleigh tonight? Then how the reindeer loved him As they shouted out with
for evermore, because of Christmas Day. Oh a moment still worth was a glow, all the bells rang out there were tears of joy and laughter, people shouted
a silk red suit, don Christopher wuz here, And he brought da loot! Wit' a slap to dare snouts, And a yank on dare manes, He cursed and he shouted, And
kitchen She's stressin', oh no The oven didn't work, hey Nothing's cookin', oh no Brother, sister are fightin' She's cryin' Boxer knocks the tree down It makes me wanna shout
you ever see a Santa in cowboy boots Twirling across the floor spurs a-jingling merri-ly As they sing those carols soft and low We'll all be shouting
I sang Sounded meloncholy I learned C and G and D and E and F and F sharp minor And in my mind when she walked out I'd gone to Carolina And I went do
point to this story But I'm going to tell it again So many other people try to tell the tale Not one of 'em knows the end It was a junk house in South Carolina
