let's go Eric Chase - low low Postman Marv - low low for the world - no no we gotta hit right let's go pretty little thing going low, low, low bouncin
: let's go Eric Chase - low low Postman Marv - low low for the world - no no we gotta hit right let's go pretty little thing going low, low, low bouncin
[Chorus - Eric Turner] Oh, written in the stars A million miles away A message to the main Oh Seasons come and go But I will never change And I'm on my
the cuffs Three-hundred pound nigga, po-po has to fuck him up They say that my projects shall undergo therapy We never voted, we voting for Oprah, Obama, and Eric
cuffs Three hundred pound nigga, po po has to fuck him up They say that my projects should undergo therapy We never voted, we votin' for Oprah, Obama, and Eric
I used to watch the show "I Dream of Jeannie" And dreamt about "When will I be large like Whodini?" But I was messin' with graffiti on the subway And gettin' chased
off our shoes relax sit on bed and watch the Looney Tunes But no, you want me take you out and wine and dine you But I ain't got no time to chase behind
Never chase girls, chase dreams first Motion picture drive I concluded that my dream works So I pace right Never see my break lights Never trust a person
(wally bryson/eric carmen) Don't want to drive your love away from me Don't want to waste your time You're here and there and far away from me I'm so
these gangbangers (gangbangers) No Limit Soldiers, mercenary killas keep one up in the chamber _Got it Made_ like Special Ed Got more _Vapors_ than BizMarkie ever had After _Dead Presidents_ like Eric
, right, right, right Right, right, right, right Uhh, uhh, uhh, feel me now, listen Momma loved me, pop left me Mickey fed me and he dressed me Eric
a nutty nigga! (CHORUS) 4 times Nutty Nutty Niggas Nutty Nutty Nutty Niggas Cocaine and Mescaline Robbin' houses on halloween I'm a crook with a 44 Chasing
bang You wanna get wit us but you can't hit us cause it's a dayton thang He cuts some booties but his boys are steady rollin hard The chase is on they
"Ibrahim" -Eric Bogle (Album: The Colour of Dreams) Hey Ibrahim, tell me what do you think of Australia? Do our beautiful desert sunsets fill you with
"Queensland Whalers" -Eric Bogle I've sailed the North Atlantic with ice flows in the breeze I've sailed the Dutch East Indies o'er the calm blue sunny
, right, right, right Right, right, right, right Uhh uhh uhh, feel me now, listen Momma loved me, pop left me Mickey fed me, and he dressed me Eric fought
[Eric Turner] oh written in the stars a million miles away a message to the main ooooh seasons come and go but I will never change and I?m on my way [
, work it all out this hard time, it all got me stop Uhh uhh uhh, feel me now, listen Momma loved me, pop left me Mickey fed me, Annie dressed me Eric
