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Dear visitors,
The Tigarus.com network will be changing software in May (2024). There will be some down time and there will be a change to the webpage addresses.
Rocksmith Songs Search will be unavailable of a few weeks or months while I "Patcoola" move the database to the new software.
At the moment we are running on Wordpress, the new software is an in-house project which is 57 times faster. It will also provide more freedom for development.
Thank you for understanding.
Yeah I’m rollin’ down Rodeo with a shotgun These people ain’t seen a, brown-skinned man Since their grandparents bought one So, now I’m rollin’ down Rodeo with a shotgun These people ain’t seen a, brown-skinned man Since their grandparents bought one So now I’m rollin’ down Rodeo with a shotgun! Bangin’ this bolo tight, on this solo flight, can’t fight alone Funk the track, my verbs sly like the Family Stone Them pen devils set the stage for the war at home Locked without a wage, you’re standing in the drop zone The clockers born, starin’ at an empty plate Mama’s torn hands, cover her sunken face We hungry but them belly full The structure is set, ya never change it with a ballot pull In the ruins there’s a network for the toxic rock Schoolyard to precinct, suburb to project block Bosses rode south for new flesh and a factory floor The remains left chained to the powder war Can’t waste a day, when the night brings a hearse! So make a move and plead the fifth cause ya can’t plead the first! Can’t waste a day, when the night brings a hearse! So, now I’m rollin’ down Rodeo with a shotgun These people ain’t seen a, brown-skinned man Since their grandparents bought one! Yes, I’m rollin’ down Rodeo with a shotgun These people ain’t seen a, brown-skinned man Since their grandparents bought one! So now I’m rollin’ down Rodeo with a shotgun! Yeah Bare witness to the sickest shot while suckers get romantic They ain’t gonna send us campin’ like they did my man Fred Hampton Still we lampin’, still clockin’ dirt for our sweat A ballot’s dead, so a bullet’s what I get A thousand years they had the tools, we should be takin’ ’em Fuck the G-ride, I want the machines that are makin’ em! Our target straight with a room full of armed pawns To off the Kings on the WestSide at dawn Can’t waste a day, when the night brings a hearse! Make a move and plead the fifth cause ya can’t plead the first! Can’t waste a day, when the night brings a hearse! So now I’m rollin’ down Rodeo with a shotgun These people ain’t seen a, brown-skinned man Since their grandparents bought one! Yeah I’m rollin’ down Rodeo with a shotgun These people ain’t seen a, brown-skinned man Since their grandparents bought one! Yeah I’m rollin’ down Rodeo with a shotgun! (The rungs torn from the ladder,can’t reach the tumor) (One god, one market, one truth, one consumer) Just a quiet, peaceful dance! Just a quiet, peaceful dance! Yeaaaaaaaaaah! Just a quiet, peaceful dance! Just a quiet, peaceful dance! Just a quiet, peaceful dance For the things we’ll never have Just a quiet, peaceful dance For the things we don’t have
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