that Soul Train Back in the day, back in the day Back in the day, back in the day Back in the day, back in the day Back in the day, back in the day
ray charles or stevie, ha! (can you, feel me? ) Can ya feel me, nigga? !? Can ya feel me, nigga? !? (freddie foxxx, bumpy knux) It's bumpy knux, nigga what? Come
Ray Charles or Stevie, ha! (Can you, feel me?) Can ya feel me, nigga?!? Can ya feel me, nigga?!? (Freddie Foxxx, Bumpy Knux) It's Bumpy Knux, nigga what? Come
rain, good time and pain Like a too tight cartier watch Diamond Frame Duke signed his name got caught up in his lyrics Now he's Ray Charles bustin his
did! Well . . . Ray?: You would? I mean . . . Don: At last night, that's . . . Ray: That's when he starts in with the guitar . . . ? Don: Now look . . . Ray: Then he comes
warnin', I'm in the club stormin' Girls choosin' shawty but I'll come and getcha toy friend High than a Martian I'ma round the wheel of fortune You my vanna white and even Ray Charles
don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more. Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more. Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no
often think of you Do you ever think of me, baby Sometimes love don't work, the way you think it should When your love jones comes on down, baby But baby
dreamed about Ray Charles last night And he could see just fine Dreamed about Ray Charles last night And he could see just fine, you know I asked him
baby, And they worship him! For He is Christ the Lord! Oh! Come all ye faithful, Joyful and triumphant! Oh Come ye, Oh Come ye, to Bethlehem! Come
sing you back to Arkansas oh yes mam you don't do right don't you're right oh play it boy When you see me in misery Come on baby see my feet right yeah
me suck on 1 and them bazookas n da back let me rub on 1 her click name NBA Nothin But Ass jumpin clean out they pants everytime they dance Ray Charles
back, take it Back in the day, back in the day Oh baby Back in the day, back in the day Won't you take me back? Back in the day, back in the day I'll
through Virginia Beach in ALL the machines EYUGH! - He was posse deep, runnin niggaz Jeep Lambos and the Porches ridin back and back through the streets
's two hundred thousand, nigga you dont know nothing about it, got real niggas ridin' fuck around we bust up out it. It's Weezy bitch yeah it's Weezy hoe, Ray Charles
big steak So get your shit straight, Before I grab this big ape Hit you in your left eye now you can't see shit straight Ray Charles nigga blind to the
Dog When She See Me Grindin Who Can Play My Backbone When She Hear My Rhymin Imma Shy Baby Shorty Think I'm Lyin You Can Ask Ray Charles You Can