Read the instructions on your plasma screen store your program an disc And now you move with the cursor up and down left and right. Printing directly
BAND: 16 Bit Released as a single in 1986. Written by Luca Anzilotti, later of Snap! From the sleeve notes, it seems the line "Where are you?" is spoken
my style, you probably rip ya pants off If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody It'd probably smell like cologne made out of bits of panther
up fast I guess I got around in the bits I was selling bags of bud And Tales from the Crypt I met Ghetts when I was 14, lost touch By 16, I'd linked
'Cause we don't come out till after dark With nothing less than 28 grams of spark And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip Every time that it's time to
, hard working ladies Erudite, brainy ladies Hermaphrodite, lady-man-ladies Oh, you sexy hermaphrodite lady-man-ladies With your sexy lady bits And your sexy man bits
" Flashback to Nam, I might not make it back Missile hits the area, screams, "Wake me up" From a war of dreams, heat up the M-16 Basic training, trained
He left home at 16, the days go by like years He didn't get much schooling but he learned a lot on the road He knows one thing, not to trust no one but
were debuted on UK Radio Show, `The Evening Session`. NB The tracks were recorded from radio, and were a bit fuzzy, so there are a few bits I couldn
Flashback to 'Nam, I might not make it back Missile hits the area, screams wake me up From a war of dreams, heat up the M-16 Basic training, trained
suppose I was lucky And the money it took To buy a CB set Put lines on my belly My codename's Cedar Plank I'm Into CB I'm Into CB At 16 I drank cheap
All them backstabbing foes Standing in my way, always steppin on my toes Stealing my style even wearing my clothes Fuck all them haters, fuck all them
Where Are You? Man was not sick Until he sold out to the Devil. I know the remedy for your sickness. Where are you? Where are you? I've lost you If
you probably rip ya pants off If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody It'd probably smell like cologne made out of bits of panther They call
' ladies J: Erudite B: Brainy ladies J: Hermaphrodite B: Lady-man-ladies J: Oh you sexy hermaphrodite lady-man-ladies With your sexy lady bits And your sexy man bits
workin? ladies J: Erudite B: Brainy ladies J: Hermaphrodite B: Lady-man-ladies J: Oh you sexy hermaphrodite lady-man-ladies With your sexy lady bits And your sexy man bits
your late night creepin..... [chorus (Bun B)] Cuz we don't come out till after dark With nothing less than 28 grams of spark And nothing less than 16
