Take your time coming home. Hear the wheels as they roll. Let your lungs fill up with smoke. Forgive everyone. She is here and now she is gone We had plans, we can't help but make love. It's a beautiful thing when you love somebody, And I love somebody.

Gon rock and roll the streets and shake the whole city I got a big bang theory my hardcore comittee Chronic low ridin bitches with silicon tities (we gon bounce and ball until the wheels fall off) I got a big bang theory my hardcore committee Affiliated

I fly overseas Grind for the cheese I grind for the paper I ride for my team And anywhere I go I roll up the weed She rollin' with me Because I'm a king Bitch I'm a king

Take a chance on rock 'n' roll Come on let us give your mind a ride Well come on All you people The time has come to get together You gotta have a little rock 'n' roll music To get you through the stormy weather And do whatever you feel

When the city's flowing I found a way to move my weary soul Ridin' straight and low Stay heavy and rolling Start up the engine, we're heavy and rolling A tank full of gas and the night is young I don't know you, don't care where you’re going To the

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

Baby can you move it round the rhythm (They call it lonely digging) So we can get with 'em To the ground and get us a rock and roll round Just a downtown body body coming with a super-hottie Let's go, yes, no, hell no 'Cause you know we're living in the

(I wish words were like little toy guns) No sting, no hurt no one, just a bang bang Rolling off your tongue (I wish words were like little toy guns) Yeah, no smoke, no bullets And just a bang bang rolling off your tongue I wish words were like little toy

Well the blues had a baby and they named the baby rock & roll All you people, you know the blues got a soul Well this is a story, a story never been told Well you know the blues got pregnant And they named the baby Rock & Roll Muddy Waters said it, you

Drinkers and carousers the likes you've never seen; And this night, by God! We drank till there was no more, From the Troller to the Raven with all stops in between And we're good old boys, we come from the North Shore, Well, we're good old boys, we come