Take away my Plastic Money Keep away from Plastic Money Well, don't you play with Plastic Money I'm gonna pay all tabs away with Plastic Money Twisted Sister Plastic Money I'm living' on the edge I'm pushin' all the way Don't worry 'bout a thing Some

My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, I want you to play with my ding-a-ling! We got to do our alma matter, we must do our alma matter When I was a little bitty boy My grandmother bought me a cute little toy Silver bells hanging on a string She told me it was

A car has killed a friend down in Chicago, thousand miles away J.B Lenoir is dead and it's hit me like a hammer blow J.B had a struggle playin' unappreciated blues in vain When I read the news, night came early in my day I cry inside my heart that the

Is a waterfall Every teardrop is a waterfall I turn the music up, I got my records on I shut the world outside until the lights come on Maybe the streets alight, maybe the trees are gone I feel my heart start beating to my favourite song

My feet been draggin' 'cross the ground When the lights on all the Christmas trees went out But I been burnin' my bell, book and candle And the restoration plays have all gone 'round Sometimes I wanna wrap my coat around you Sometimes I wanna but I can't

I play the road, And every city's like the same three chords Been helping us along when the story's told Shaking off the miles and trying to make it home And the highway is our song, And the crowd is done and gone And the crowd has come and gone Every

I wish you would nigga (Woo!) I guess it’s how I came up I wish you would try to play us I wish you would nigga (Huh!) I wish you would nigga But still reppin’ where I came from DJ Khlaed, Hit-Boy I’m so serious! One, two them boys coming for you (Huh!)

Thug for Life I will be (this is the ballad of a dead soldier) A life of crime I will lead (close your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soldier) If you play the game, you play to win (this is the ballad of a dead soldier) This is the ballad of a dead

Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy I'm poppin' ain't I I got 10 racks in every damn pocket ain't I She seen the savage and her panties went to droppin' ain't it Diamonds dancin' on a nigga, playin' hockey ain't I (bling-blaow-blaow-blaow) I fucked his

Light it up, let it out, stir it up, turning dirt to dust Slip on out where the weekend lives Put a Friday night hurt on a bottle of fifth Getting gone to the song's that the midnight's playing Put a little way out underneath these boots Kick that switch