I called time out it was too late My coach never gave me a chance he’s always blowing his whistle at me Put me in your game and I promise not to shoot a three I’ll stick with twos I don’t wanna make a steal unless you make a pass I’ll never personal foul

Ah-oh-ah-oh-ah So high, so high Feeling drunk and high That we shoot across the sky That we shoot across the Oh, angel sent from up above Got me feeling drunk and high Now I’m feeling drunk and high

All-star in the booth (All-star) Put VVS on my tooth (Bling blaow) Come like I threw a celebrity cook-out 'Cause I got the stars in my roof Nothing but net, step back and I shoot Hard in the streets, I stay in the loop My team of magicians turned one

Catch me if you can I'm in the jailhouse now Well hey, hey Mr. Policeman Hey, hey Mr. Policeman Bet I can drive faster 'n you can C'mon hoss lets have some fun Go on shoot me with a radar gun You look bored and I sure am I got a 75 Firebird trans am

Yeah I'm down if you feel like messin' around Whatever you want, shoot, I don't care, you can come over here I can come over there And pick you up, that's right On a sit around Saturday night with nothing to do And you just want something to do All you

Big gun kick the hell out of you Big gun number one Riot on the radio Pictures on the TV Invader man take what he can Shootout on the silver screen Sticking 'em up and knocking 'em down Living out a fantasy

That's just my signature move I can't help you! What you want? Get in line! Take a number! If you leave it up to me And then I'll break it up Shoot myself in the foot To make a point I can't prove Stop! Not my fault, not at all!

Spanish bombs, yo te quierro y finito Yo te querda, oh mi corazón Oh mi corazón, oh mi corazón Spanish songs in Andalucia The shooting sites in the days of '39 Oh, please, leave the vendanna open Fredrico Lorca is dead and gone Bullet holes in the

You make it easy to see High ball shooter You sure ripped the low ones off me You´re a high ball shooter Well I´m a rock and roll preacher Not a Sunday school teacher You ain´t no shady lady But I love the way you strut your stuff You´re a snow queen

Somebody said they saw me, swinging the world by the tail Bouncing over a white cloud, killing the blues Leaves were falling, just like embers In colors red and gold, they set us on fire Burning just like a moonbeam in our eyes Now I am guilty of