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A Boy Named Blue: The Bluegrass Tribute to Goo Goo Dolls (Hutchinson, Hutch) · A Tribute to the Goo Goo Dolls (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Goo Goo Dolls (The Goo Goo Dolls) · För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · Boo Boo Goo Goo (Caesars) · Live För Dig (Lars Winnerbäck) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Känn Ingen Sorg för Mig Göteborg (Håkan Hellström) · Jag Är Inte Rädd För Mörkret (Kent) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) – and 90 other albums »


Hazel
Yo, I remember that and you do too
He would always call the Mothership down for you
Ga-ga goo-ga, ga-ga goo-ga, ga-ga goo-ga
Yeah, you can do it,
BY YA (bzz bzzt) in sun fire - see'mon!
What why'all need to do is throw that shit up, shit up
For the cool amigos with Tequila in the gut

What
Call Rudy, tell him hook us up a twenty sack
C'mon c'mon c'mon, we ballin' y'all
Where my cats think you feel me at?
Alla y'all, and when we earn that
like Cheese Doodles
By Banton, yo, Pass the wanton soup, troop
He's talking caca
Yo, what's the shock of the day, hey
Say moo-goo-gai-pan, man, hey, I
It's slim shady and tony touch, it's only us
The rest of y'all are just stuck in the middle wit monie love
Polygram for eleven billion
I come to Sony and get pimped by the Haitian-Sicilians
And I'll even, get you an ad in "The Source"
You'll be the first rapper
new trash bags dag
And they know where to dump that ass
In the Cha-tahoochie
River with the rest of the kids
That did business outside la familias
Polygram for eleven billion
I come to Sony and get pimped by the Haitian-Sicilians
And I'll even, get you an ad in "The Source"
You'll be the first rapper
(slow)
My best friend, was a G.I. Joe
although he had bald spots in his afro
Play with the kids your own age, that's what they used to tell us
I got
to Dr. King's "Dream" (yeah)
I've seen best friends, turn to enemies
What made it sad, I had to sing at the eulogy
So hard for us to say goodbye
So I
the revelation 

Polygram buy Def Jam for twenty million 

MCA buy Polygram for eleven billion 

I come to Sony and get pimped by the Haitian-Sicilians
want to spoil me
My honey annoits me with oils G
After work she greets me, and treats me like royalty
Works with me, giving herself, by my side
She
to Dr. King's "Dream" (yeah)
I've seen best friends, turn to enemies
What made it sad, I had to sing at the eulogy
So hard for us to say goodbye
So I
the revelation 

Polygram buy Def Jam for twenty million 

MCA buy Polygram for eleven billion 

I come to Sony and get pimped by the Haitian-Sicilians
understandably shaken up by this release
The question everybody wants to know is:
Why'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac, rather Makaveli
Was not available for
or the stainless steel
Pushin' Holt's high-heels when we bang the field

With the heat out, jack the whole hood with G-clout
Invisible perimeters for niggaz to keep
to Dr. King's "Dream" (yeah)
I've seen best friends, turn to enemies
What made it sad, I had to sing at the eulogy
So hard for us to say goodbye
So I
understandably shaken up by this release.
The question everbody wants to know is,
Why'd they get this nigga started?
Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for
my life or your life
And I'm a bomb first

For so many days and some many ways
We've been duckin' strays
Hate to live us
But we still some Bad Boy
tenders, keep us in debts
WIC checks, drugs, safe sex, birth control threats
The original is artificial, seed is fruits
Nuclear missiles, launched by
my guns nigga I Just Blaze

[Verse 2: The Game]
'Pac is watchin' B.I.G. is listenin'
While Pun talkin' to us Jam Jay still spinnin'
To every nigga
to cage
Either one in change for change
Both of us with glass between us
Bittering and banging,
Singing in sanging
Spinnin and hangin out
Yingin and yangin
we got for all them lost souls that done passed away 
In the Gump and we also dedicate this album to our close homeboy 
Willie Dickerson
Rest in Peace
a blaze
Young guns learn to duck

So they won't catch strays
won't shoot to be frontin'
Or to waste shots for nothin
If I'm pulling out my torch
blindly dun, its all about survival though
They don't know
You the top dawg for the rest to follow
[Prodigy]
Infamous minded
[Noyd]
You know how we do it