• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Rita Ballou - John Denver
• Roadbull - Melvins
• Rita Ballou - Vince Gill
• Redbull - Wu-Tang Clan
• Rita Ballou - Guy Clark
• Rádio Blá - Lobão
• Ready Able - Grizzly Bear

Now she could dance that slow Uvalde shuffle to some cowboy hustle
How she makes them trophy buckles shine,shine,shine
Wild-eyed and Mexican silvered, trickin'dumb ol' cousin Willard
Into thinkin' that he's got her this time
Chorus:
Hill country honky-tonkin' Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has played the fool for you
Backslidin' barrel ridin' Rita Ballou
Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you
She's a rawhide rope and velvet mixture walkin' talkin' Texas texture
High timin' barroom fixture kind of a girl
She's the queen of cowboys look at ol' Willard grinnin' now, boys
You'd a-thought there's less fools in this world
Chorus:
Hill country honky-tonkin' Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has played the fool for you
Backslidin' barrel ridin' Rita Ballou
Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you
Good luck, Willard, and here's to ya
Here's to Rita and I hope she'll do ya
right all night
Lord, I wish I was the fool in your shoes
Chorus
Hill country honky-tonkin' Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has played the fool for you
Backslidin' barrel ridin' Rita Ballou

Bull, you square
And the prophet holdin' man
Sings as to where I find it
5-0 the gingered
Missing all, missing all
Keep out
Be war
Need freedom
Keep out
Be war
Need freedom
Keep out
Be war
Need freedom
And the prophet injury
Lap warm and hold and keen
Been Lord in time

How could she dance that slow bandera
Shuffle to some cowboy hustle
How she makes those trophy buckles
Shine, shine, shine
Wild eyed and Mexican silvered
Trickin' dumb ol' cousin Willard
Into thinkin' that he's got her this time
Hill country holky tonkin' Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has played the fool for you
Backslidin' barrel ridin' Rita Ballou
Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you
She's a rawhide, rope, and velvet mixture
Walkin' talkin' Texas texture
High timin' barroom fixture kind of a girl
She's the queen of the cowboys
Look at ol' Willard grinnin' now boys
You'd a thought there's less fools in this world
Hill country holky tonkin' Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has played the fool for you
Backslidin' barrel ridin' Rita Ballou
Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you
So good luck Willard and here's to ya
And here's to Rita and I hope she'll do ya
Right all night
Lord I wish I was the fool in your jeans
Hill country holky tonkin' Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has played the fool for you
Backslidin' barrel ridin' Rita Ballou
Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you
Hill country holky tonkin' Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has played the fool for you
Backslidin' barrel ridin' Rita Ballou

Featuring: Redman
RZA came and got me, this what I came to do, come on
Ring the bell so it's time to eat
Brick Dog stash weed inta AMI-seats, bomb inside the palm
Doc rock a wife beater with me beatin' my wife ass ironed on
The front, my pump built like the Klumps
To carry it I take the spare out the trunk
I stay hungry, I ain't worked for days
That's why you see the pump when the curtains raise
Blast, don't panic
Do I gotta explain how I tame and lock
The rap game single-handed? Hell nah
I won't tell you son, if I find a wack ID, I sell you one
Doc and Hot Nick, Inspectah
My lecture's like Hannibal Lector's
Where's the ketchup? Don't speak on it, shut ya trap
I see ya whole crew yellow like mustard packs
Ah woo, Doc in my own zone
You say you got the rap games sewn
But it's sewn wrong
I ride through ya hood in a Mr. Softee truck
Then pull a mac out a box of snow cones
Yeah, ya little fucks
Gimme ya fuckin' money
[Incomprehensible]
Uhuh, check it
I'm hotter than a hundred degrees with my coat on
Playing with a dynamite stick, where did I go wrong?
Somebody pull the fire along when Jonny stomp
If ya lukewarm leavin' ya clothes and boots torn
Pro's and con's, megabomb's and so-on's
By arid actions try MC's to get their roll on
First issue, got issues
What is hip-hop to hot nickels?
It's like Funk Doc to snot tissues, word
Look at my hand and get the third
Finger out ya ear hole like "Fuck what you heard"
Now, that's what I call hardcore, let's act fool
Mr. Fix-It like Handyman I pack tool
I been shitty, I'm from the veils of the city
And just because my outfit match don't make me pretty
Baggy Dun Gurees, dick need room to breathe
In a room full of crackers I might cut the cheese
Ain't no rules to the game
If it is we ain't playin'
In your business like EPMD, "So whatcha sayin'?"
You co-designin' that bullshit yo man tryin'
Chaka chaka cha-ta tatat
Slugs flyin'
[Incomprehensible]
Yo, ya
Check, the code echoes from magazines to the big screen
Fo' wheel machines like ya wits scream, kids fiend
From the urban to sub-urban
Roll upon me thirstin' like "Hey, hey, Mister Dream-Merchant"
We roll longer than dice in a casino
Cee-lo in the 4, 5 or 6 with double 0
Behind the tinted windows I lie low
On some hydro tryin' to slide from the 5-0
But now, get wild similar to Ol' Dirty
On third time felon just hit with over 30
No worries, style have 'em so thirsty
First degree heats are quittin' on me
Cold turkey, no mercy
I bring the pain of a hundred migraines
But a thousand shoutin' my name that's why I came
But first bring the cash burst, then the outburst
My surround sound pound ya ear like Jevon Kearse
I flex muscle outside I find a next hustle
Trouble with ya here and face the tec-muscle
Even the best buckle win, I take it to the extreme
It gets ugly, but it's what a nigga do to get cream
This life

She could dance that slow Uvalde
Shuffle to some cowboy hustle
How she made them trophy buckles shine, shine, shine
Wild-eyed and Mexican silvered
Trickin' dumb old cousin Willard
Into thinkin' that he got her this time
Hill country honky-tonkin' Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has played a fool for you
Backslidin' barrel ridin' Rita Ballou
Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you
She's a rawhide rope and velvet mixture
Walkin' talkin' Texas texture
High-timin' barroom fixture kind of a girl
She's the queen of the cowboys
Look at old Willard grinnin' now boys
You'd of thought there's less fools in this world
Hill country honky-tonkin' Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has played a fool for you
Backslidin' barrel ridin' Rita Ballou
Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you
So good luck Willard and here's to you
And here's to Rita and I hope she'll do ya right all night
Lord I wish I was the fool in your shoes
Hill country honky-tonkin' Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has played a fool for you
Backslidin' barrel ridin' Rita Ballou
Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you
Hill country honky-tonkin' Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has played a fool for you
Backslidin' barrel ridin' Rita Ballou

Ela adora me fazer de otário
Para entre amigas ter o que falar
É a onda da paixão paranóica
Praticando sexo como jogo de azar
Uma noite ela me disse "quero me apaixonar"
Como quem pede desculpas a si mesmo
A paixão não tudo tem nada a ver com a vontade
Quando bate é o alarme de um louco desejo
Não dá para controlar, não dá
Não dá pra planejar
Eu ligo o rádio
E blá, blá, blá, blá, blá, blá
Eu te amo
Sua vida burguesa é um romance
Um roteiro de intrigas
Pra Fellini filmar
Cercada de drogas, de amigos inúteis
Ninguém pensaria que ela quer namorar
Reconheço que ela me deixa inseguro
Sou louco por ela e não sei o que falar
O que eu quero é que ela quebre a minha rotina
Que fique comigo e deseje me amar.

I'm gonna take a stab at this
Sure you will be alright
Make a decision with a kiss
Baby I have false spite
And when I trek alone back home
I make sure that I trek in the snow
Would it fall?
Tissue and bones, it was a trick
This isn't a gunfight
Checking it off my list
Unable to rewrite
Five years cast once and far alone
Hope I'm ready, able to make my own
Goodbye
They go, we go, I want you to know what I did, I did
They go, we go, I want you to know what I did, I did
They go, we go, I want you to know what I did, I did
They go, we go, I want you to know what I did, I did
They go, we go, I want you to know what I did, I did