Barry White - Shaft

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SOLO*

Who s the black Shadow behind the Door? SHAFT!
Can you dig it?
You know Shaft would be a Bad Mother! Shout your Mouth!

Who is the Man, who risk his next for Brother man? SHAFT!
Them Right!
Who is the Man, who who sit behind your Door to kill you? Only SHAFT!

*SOLO*
Who is the Man, who risk his next for Brother Man?

Inne utwory

  • Oh, what a night for dancing
  • Just the way you are
  • Your sweetness is my weakness
  • You see the trouble with me
  • Let the music play
  • Baby we better try to get together
  • Never, never gonna give you up
  • What am i gonna do with you
  • We better try to get it together
  • Is this whatcha want
  • Kiss and say goodbye
  • Rio de Janeiro
  • Losowe utwory

    Song for the sick

    Didn t take you long boy
    To stop from being a friend
    I hope you hear this song boy
    Cos I want your life to end
    And as I lie awake now
    Crying and bereaving
    I guess you re happy somehow
    Cause you made me stop believing
    Die Taylor die
    You ain t no friend of mine
    You re a...

    Shredded humans

    Early hours, open road,
    Family of five - on their way home
    Having enjoyed a day in the sun,
    Their encounter with gore has just begun
    A homicidal fool not knowing left from right,
    Now has the family in his sight
    Trying to perceive if he s blind or insane,
    He steers his car into the other...

    A favor house atlantic

    Your eyes tell the stories of a day you wish you could
    Recall the moments that once have
    Retrack the footsteps that brought us to this favor
    I wouldn t ask this of you

    Good eye, sniper
    Here I ll shoot, you run
    The words you scribbled on the walls...

    White boy

    I don t think it s a problem cuz
    most of the girls ask for it
    Uh huh, how did they ask for it?
    The way they act, the way they...
    I...I can t say they way they dress because
    that s their own personal choice
    Some of these dumb hoes,
    those slut rocker bitches walking down...

    Oda do torby

    Nosisz ją ze sobą
    jak ślimak niesie dom
    twarze, rzeczy, słowa
    zagłębione w płótnie
    listy i listki
    to łatwo nieść
    a to troszeczkę mniej
    to lubisz mieć
    tamtego raczej nie
    pocztówki z gór
    strumyczki słów
    co było już
    co będzie znów
    i Twoje sny
    na samym dnie
    nikt ich nie...