by The Chieftains feat. Ry Cooder on album The Long Black Veil
Far away across the ocean Underneath an Indian star Dwells a dark eyed lonely maiden On the coast of Malabar In the harbor, where we anchored I can see her shy and sweet With a bunch of wine-red rose
by The Chieftains with Ry Cooder on album The Long Black Veil
Far away across the ocean Underneath an Indian star Dwells a dark eyed lonely maiden On the coast of Malabar In the harbor, where we anchored I can see her shy and sweet With a bunch of wine-red rose
by Hardline on album Leaving The End Open
I can tell exactly where we're going But I won't turn the page Wishing I could outsmart time and space And even if your voice sounds like the chapters end I'm not afraid Your words are
by Tad Morose on album Leaving The Past Behind
Time is spinning around me like sparrows flying high Live to learn the Questions concerning what's right or wrong Fading horizons the moment of Truth has come Darkness surrounds me as the final brea
by Swizz Beatz on album Money In the Bank
It's showtime! She ain't got no money in the bank She be walking 'round actin' all stank And now she at the party looking at me Hopin' she can get saved by me I'm lookin at her like (right) I ain't t
by 50 Cent on album Straight To The Bank (German Version)
Yeah! When I'm out in N.Y. boy it's blunts and phillies When I'm out in L.A. boy it's wraps and swishes Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta shi
by Baka Not Nice on album Money in the Bank
Money in the bank now Money in the bank now Doo doo, doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo, doo doo Yeah Money in the bank now, hu Money in the bank now Doo doo, doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo, doo doo L
by Distillery on album Leaving the Past Behind
I stare at the wood and I hear Raindrops that gently fall Washing the grass, the trees and all their leaves The night's fadin' out and I see The red light of dawn risin' up Painting the sky and the fe
by LiL Harda on album Get To the Bank
U aint Stop tryna be what u aint Stop tryna be what u aint Stop tryna be what u aint Stop tryna be what u aint Stop tryna be what u aint Get to the bread Get to the bank When I was young I learned ho
by 50 Cent on album Straight To The Bank (International Version)
Yeah! When I'm out in N.Y. boy it's blunts and phillies When I'm out in L.A. boy it's wraps and swishes Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta shi
by 50 Cent on album Straight To The Bank (International Version)
Yeah! When I'm out in N.Y. boy it's blunts and phillies When I'm out in L.A. boy it's wraps and swishes Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta shi
by 50 Cent on album Straight To The Bank (Explicit Version)
Yeah! When I'm out in N.Y. boy it's blunts and phillies When I'm out in L.A. boy it's wraps and swishes Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta shi
by 50 Cent on album Straight to the Bank
Yeah! When I'm out in N.Y. boy it's blunts and phillies When I'm out in L.A. boy it's wraps and swishes Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta shi
by 50 Cent on album Straight to the Bank
Yeah! When I'm out in N.Y. boy it's blunts and phillies When I'm out in L.A. boy it's wraps and swishes Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta shi
by 50 Cent on album Straight to the Bank
Yeah! When I'm out in N.Y. boy it's blunts and phillies When I'm out in L.A. boy it's wraps and swishes Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta shi
by 50 Cent on album Straight To The Bank (International Version)
Yeah, when I'm out in N.Y., boy it's blunts and phillies When I'm out in L.A., boy it's wraps and swishes Now Blood walk to this, now Crip walk to this Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta sh
by feat. 50 Cent on album Straight To The Bank (International Version)
Yeah, when I'm out in N.Y., boy it's blunts and phillies When I'm out in L.A., boy it's wraps and swishes Now Blood walk to this, now Crip walk to this Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta sh