to be chattered on car radio news broadcasts It had to be screamed in the kitchen It had to be yelled in the basement where uncles were fighting It had to be howled
THE NO. 9 (Writer Carson J. Robison) « © '60 MCA Music » On a cold winter's night not a star was in sight And the north wind came howling
Satan's Shoes (J. Lyon/G. Tallent/B. Bandiera) Down to the dregs Of a two-week binge Lost in the swamp Way out past the fringe He was rolled in Baton
Klan fear no man bitch. {Scan Man: talking} Scan fucking Man bitch. {Crunchy Black: talking} Crunchy motherfucking Black up in this bitch right here. {Juicy J
you a beast, why y'all ain't howling? 'Bout as sweet as a jumper on the game Ray Allen I'm 'bout fucking hoes like Ray J wylin' Killin' niggas like K
veille au quotidien Maintenant faut que tu laisse tourner quoiqu'elle fasse Confiance tout ca j?vais m?en occuper Vous la populas avaient peur des faits He ben moi j
[By D. DeFeis and J. Starr] The wicked wind is howling and it's screaming out my name Above the ring of fire, the necromancer reigns With thunder and
(feat. Yung Joc) Yung joc: j malay yung joc...well i must say everything cooler the game between you and me baby you be doin' yout thing girl you make
the trees And it's about a hundred degrees [Violent J:] On the perfect night the whole town shuts of its lights And listens to the city; screams, sirens, howls
[Violent J] It's Friday night, dark, scary Lonely, walking through the park, cemetery And its foggy, cold and smoggy Hear a dog, a howling doggy I'm scared
blocks away [3x] Violent Violent, Violent J I'm the neck cutter and I'm three blocks away [3x] J, J, Violent J [Violent J] I can hear the crickets and
a Devil's face, it must be a mirror image of the human race And oh shit, here it comes-the deadly smog I can tell by the howl of the stray dog The air
increases creativity from eight, to eleven times. In fact, everyone finds that they're more creative stoned, than straight. So remember! M-A-R-I-J-U... [xylophone] ... A-J
fox I'm looking for a fox I'm looking for a fox (howl) Got a brand new pin stripe suit of clothes Big wide polka-dot tie Cuff links as big as J-bird
tipsy on this crystal like a gypsy Now i got her on all fours Bout to break down the headboard crash this broad All through the wall now she howling like
all ain't growling Claim you a beast, why y'all ain't howling? 'Bout as sweet as a jumper on the game Ray Allen I'm 'bout fucking hoes like Ray J wylin
[Music by J. De Ron, A. Tompkins and J. Sherlock] Within the grave the body lies still beneath the soil Aimless roots invade the casket as the body begins
Fordítás: Howlin 'Wolf. Én jobb Go Now.